No Control

September 30, 2016, Prescott-

My immediate supervisor relishes the moments

when she can squash me like an insect.

There is no kind way to say that.

This, but for the children,

the unsettled, often problematic,

confounding, wonderful little souls,

is something of a headache.

It’s for them, alone,

that I will stand my ground.

Those who see only a struggle

to be in control,

have none of their own.

That’s the conundrum.

The children and I,

looking towards the light,

grabbing life with both hands,

have a sense of honour.

I will not let them down.

4 thoughts on “No Control

  1. Oh, my goodness, things were sounding good at the beginning of the year, with you feeling that you had the respect of your co-workers, your superiors, etc. I am sorry to hear that you are now having this power struggle (a sign, perhaps, that you are simply demonstrating your competence).

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