The Unemployed

I don’t want to be any of the things I was before.

Shedding the skin and dropping the mask

and breathe just as I am.

Possibly nothing and probably a failure

in someone’s thoughts.

Yet, not sure if all that doing and being has value to me now.

Just unsure and stepping back to observe reactions

when I am still

not just mine but other’s too.

Encountering disappointment that I do not own.

Encountering anger that does not arise from me.

Yet it is present and blowing in my face

with gentle fury of one who wants me to be

doing something

always doing something.

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