Where's my desk?

Once you were someone. You had it all. Great job, awesome money, own pad.... The works. It's all gone now... For good?

 

Where’s my desk?

I don’t seem to have anywhere to sit.

My talents grow rusty in the sunlight of premature retirement.

 

Where am I going?

Did I flash in the pan or am I still cooking?

I need to do. Contribute. Make a difference.

If I’m not making that how can I ever make anything?

 

Time ticks on as my bones quietly age and my introductions grow more apologetic.

If I don’t belong anymore then where is my purpose now?

The search must go on. Find a new purpose.

It s this or nothing, travel or stagnation…

 

I have to keep looking.

Keep asking at every door….

 

Where the hell is my desk?!

 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading

BP

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This captures the feeling that I am sure many have upon retirement...or early retirement. Some people seem to fall right into the rhythm of things, while others seem to long for what once was. My grandfather, who is in his 80's now, still dreams at least three times a week of "running his bread route"--he was a bread delivery man. Even subconciously, he feels as though he should be doing something. When I graduated from college, i was plauged with dreams for at least a year that I was supposed to be going to class, or that I had somehow missed a class and wasn't actually a graduate...haha Luckily I don't dream that way anymore. Anyway, the concept of this one was well executed.

I like the form, and the imagery was honest and forthright. Nice write.

[Brett Pritchard]

Thank you. And thanks also for sharing a very interesting piece of your family history there too.read moreThank you. And thanks also for sharing a very interesting piece of your family history there too.
Obviously I'm a writer, I introduce myself to people as a writer, it is first and foremost what I do.

However, I once held a position of some standing with a large organization. This meant that I had plenty of money, my own place, lots of material benefits... But I was stagnating, and so in 2011 I gave it all up. Just up and walked away. Its been a tough few years since from a financial perspective, and this piece captures the frustration I've experienced (and still do) in trying to find a new day job and career. But you know, while it HAS been tough money wise, I've grown in so many other ways. I've creatively flourished, and I've met the love of my life too! I guess the feeling this piece captures is a feeling I only get some days. But materialism really isn't everything. In fact its not much...