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The Recovering Workaholic
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The Recovering Workaholic |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada 
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The Recovering Workaholic She raced toward oblivion at near the speed of light, 'Twas dodging all the obstacles that chased her in this plight; The clock was ticking faster now, she had no time to spare, The walls were closing in on her, to fill her heart with fear. Too many obligations followed her along this path, And never could she falter, due to consequential wrath; No time to sit and ponder, so she picked up speed again, And focussed on the path ahead, though hazy, it grew dim. She slowed her pace for just a moment, tried to take a breath, To try to catch her bearings on this path of ill regret; Just then, she heard a quiet voice ... a tiny, little sound, 'Twas barely just a whisper, but it made her turn around. She quickly glanced behind her, but there was nobody there, Deserted on this lonely path, her senses came aware; She hesitated, shook her head, to clear the cobwebs out, And started on her way again, though somewhat filled with doubt. She raced ahead to nothingness, robotically propelled, Surpassing all the odds that made her life this living hell; But just a little further on, she heard the sound again, 'Twas just above a whisper now, it came from deep within. She placed the brakes upon herself, and strained to hear the voice, It chanted like a mantra, that "she had another choice"; She recognized the sound of this, she'd heard it long ago, And struggled to bring clarity, to that which she should know. This sweet familiar voice began to echo through her mind, 'Twas reminiscent of another day, another time; The voice began to resonate throughout her body now, And there she stood with childlike eyes, a frown across her brow. She paused and took a moment just for her, and her alone, And crumbled to the ground in near defeat ... let out a groan; She recognized the pattern for she'd seen it in the past, Just when she thought she could slow down, and have a life at last ... They'd crawl out of the woodwork, take a piece of her away, To tear at her from every side, all work and little play; She listened to that tiny voice, and knew just what it meant. "I can't do this again," she sighed, "I haven't got the strength." "Slow down or else you'll lose yourself," the whisper softly cried, "There's nothing that is worth this cost, 'tis only you and I." "For here I am, this distant voice, the one you once betrayed," "The little child inside of you, you tried to tuck away." "I will not leave this time, I have to fight to stay alive," "You tried to lose me once before, but this time I'll survive." "You cannot bury me again ... I will put up a fight," "I'll hound you through the waking hours, and fill your dreams at night." "I'll shout out loud, try to ensure, you hear me time again," "And maybe ... yes, just maybe ... you will listen, and we'll win!" /Kit McCallum . [This message has been edited by Kit McCallum (edited 11-30-2000).] |
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Elizabeth
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since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Very well done, Kit! I hope that she listened to the child... |
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BSC
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since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
Wow Kit ~ What a wonderful read this is... That little child jumps out and tries to slow me down every now and then too... Thank God she's a stubborn little cuss, or who knows where I'd be. Bonnie |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
~Elizabeth: Thanks Elizabeth ... I sure hope she listens this time too!  ~Bonnie: LOL ... thank goodness mine's become stubborn as well, thanks for the smiles Bonnie! Much appreciation, /Kit |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Whew! I'm exhausted now....hehehe.....slow down, Kit! Nobody should work that hard! Great poem! Denise |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Kit, this is one fabulous and excellant read love, a really great poem. And she'll win through I know it, because racing ahead doesn't get you anywhere except an early grave. You have written this so brilliantly, I really and truly love it. Take care and look after yourself, and be good  Love Mushy  Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Oh, Kit! I just LOVE the way you write. 14 syllables per line, tells a story, is clever and witty....you are such a terrific writer! I could read your poems all day long....keep 'em coming!!! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
From someone who clocked in at 07:15 and didn't clock out until 20:10...boy, do I understand this one... My coffee cup is held up for a "clink" my friend... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
They'd crawl out of the woodwork, take a piece of her away, To tear at her from every side, all work and little play; She listened to that tiny voice, and knew just what it meant. "I can't do this again," she sighed, "I haven't got the strength." "Slow down or else you'll lose yourself," the whisper softly cried, "There's nothing that is worth this cost, 'tis only you and I." "For here I am, this distant voice, the one you once betrayed," "The little child inside of you, you tried to tuck away." "I will not leave this time, I have to fight to stay alive," "You tried to lose me once before, but this time I'll survive." "You cannot bury me again ... I will put up a fight," "I'll hound you through the waking hours, and fill your dreams at night." ============== WOW...you spun this at the speed of sound... wonderful writing Kit... perfect use of rhyme and cadence to create and build the anxiety expression.. and then all leading to the wisdom of the voice of reason Excellent writing dear.. and I related to this well... i used to be like this...burned out big time.. mentally, emotionally and physically ... some things we can get back...some we cant listen to that voice now... before your too tired to hear it later-just-plain-tired-gator jm I looked into the sky for my anthem The words and music came through But words and music can never touch the beauty that I've seen Looking into you |
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