It’s an unsettling time to be anything other than yourself.
Every issue seems polarised, you are pushed to take a stance.
Politics, religion, festivals, gossip.
Opinions are only monochrome, Grey matter stands no chance!
Everyday a new debate kicks up the proverbial storm ,
The louder, the nastier person wins as a norm.
In the newsroom or boardroom, logic is a quiet spectator ,
The arguments simply skew towards the power centre .
You can be the bigger person, the careful parent, the sincere worker ,
The actions and not the results are in your hand after all .
When nothing makes sense, is it supposed to is the question ,
Life’s a waiting lounge on some days, on others a bursting terminal .
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge , linking my post here .
The prompt for Monday, 9th October was Terminal. Read all my poems under the challenge under #WriteTribeProBlogger & drop your link if you are Writing Bravely too!
6 thoughts on “Terminal #WriteBravely #WriteTribeProBlogger”
Thought provoking post. Enjoyed the boldness of your words.
You are right results are not I’m our hand. We can do the best we can and the result will follow our actions.
I love this concept of life being a terminal. Thanks for this. ProBlogger Challenge #3
So true. Opinions too are fleeting. People change them so frequently based on what sells.
the brutal reality of life expressed in the beautiful poem.
Thought provoking post..every line took me to one or the other memory of my life ..