My professional work has an overarching presence
On all aspects of my life it has an effect intense
It spills over, occupying every nook and cranny
Of my life, unless I consciously deny it entry
Some days it becomes a commitment limitless
And the work I otherwise love begins to oppress
When work takes me away physically or mentally
I miss out on everything else that is important to me
Time spent with my family, or in pursuits creative
Is lost when duty calls and I try to give
My one-hundred percent to the work I must do
I keep working, but resentment builds up, it’s true
When work is a calling, you cannot ignore
The demands of work; plans that were made before
Cannot be carried out, work always seems to succeed
In getting its way, in usurping all other needs..
I constantly try to set boundaries and separate
Work and home, but the balance remains delicate
The scales tip towards work invariably
It is not the place where I want to be..
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You have to wonder what is this ‘work/home’ balance people talk about. For some, it is truly a myth.