Be Myself Again Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Be Myself Again



Love being at the office with my colleagues, calling it
paradise, to laugh and smile, sing on the stairs, offering
unsolicited advice, make lists and mumble as I stumble
from numbers to production sheets which become a quag-
mire of requirements until a colleague whose forte is
administrative jobs take care of these

But these last three weeks my head has been aching all
the time, the air-con’s off, windows cannot be opened,
the office temperature soars to 28 degrees Celsius when
the wonderful sun hits the northern windows, I start to
feel sleepy all the time, cannot think as the confusion
is reflected in the chaos around me

Discomfort becomes unbearable, ears aching, awed by
my colleagues’ ability to work with a Calvinistic ethic
as they wage war against language problems, marching
for the cause of everyone’s clear understanding of each
other’s language, I’m waging war against the fatigue that
makes me fall asleep while I’m trying to sit upright

Wishing I could wake up to be myself again…

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26 July 2013
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