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!