Professional – Written January 2025 (Aged 49)

Professional

i thought my profession was my home,
but now—
now i am not so sure.
now—
now i do not know.

maybe the years of fighting,
only to see a bunch of ignorant idiots
promote the likes of Reform…
maybe it is that
which has left me feeling so worn.

maybe the toxic politics of the workplace—
it has caused me to yawn.

people ill-equipped for power,
suddenly in powerful positions.
i just do not know anymore…

it was always something creative
when i was younger,
but this path opened up instead.
and i thought…
well, i thought—
i thought i would be well fed.

but now i am wondering—
if i made the right choice at all.

something in me
no longer sits in the same way.
professionally,
what else do i have to say?

seemingly, i do not fit in—
my leg or arm in an intellectual cast.
all i have learned, in a constant kind of way,
is that no one likes a smart arse.

i thought my profession was my home.
now, in these moments,
i just do not know…
and all i can do is stand alone.

James Garratt – January 2025

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