Work, please don’t fill my cup..

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

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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..

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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..