IN HALLS OF WORK

A poem written to capture the author realization that the what was well desired has become undesirable, a decision to pursue what is not yet existing to bring it into reality.

I once thrived in a place I'd call home,
Where passion fueled my heart, and work wasn't a moan.
The tasks, a thrill; the deadlines, a test,
But purpose drove me, and I did my best.

The joy of creating, the pride in each deed,
Moments of triumph that my soul would feed.
Colleagues became friends, laughter and tears,
A sense of belonging through all the years.

But now, the flame that once burned so bright,
Has dimmed, and the love's lost its light.
The tasks, a chore; the deadlines, a weight,
A sense of loss, as the familiar's replaced.

Yet, in this change, I find a chance,
To grow, to learn, and to rearrange.
The memories linger, the lessons remain,
And guide me forward, to a new path, a new gain.

I'll carry the past, with its joy and its pain,
And use it to fuel, life's next  gain.
For in embracing change, I find my strength,
And discover new passions, new paths to length.

Passion for the job may be gone, but I'm not,
For I've grown, I've learned, and I've like iron wrought.
The fire that once burned fuels my next stride,
And I rise from the ashes, with a heart full of pride.