After A Long Day At Work

A poem for anyone grappling with the deep question of purpose and trying to find a way forward. I know from experience how painful it can be when all you want to do is to know your path and what you 'should' be doing with life. It can feel especially difficult in a culture where it's expected that you find a 'thing' and do the 'thing' on repeat, consistently.

As a multipassionate creative with a thousand interests, the answers have never been simple. Still, there are those moments when something inside lets go and the creativity flows again, and the entire journey seems perfect. I hope this supports you!

Transcript

After a long day at work, She went to the park, Sat by the oak tree and poured out her heart. What should she do with this life she'd been given? And why did her days feel so out of rhythm? The great oak tree listened with stillness and grace, Offering the woman a silent embrace. When the woman had finished and all had been said, The wise oak responded through an invisible thread. My dear, Sweet love, Lay down your fear. Put your hand on your heart and know I am near. Answers will come in their own precious time. Trust in the journey, In God, The divine. The woman felt better but still didn't see how the words of the oak would help set her free. The days turned to weeks, Then to months, Then to years, And still she so often shed more hopeless tears. But one morning, She woke with a feeling so light, And she knew in her soul that her future was bright. All of her journey had been leading her here, And now she could see she'd need never have feared. The oak had been right, She could let go and trust. She hadn't often succeeded, But still, Still, Still she was loved.