Delegated to the back room,
I am marginalized, invisible,
employ-ability in question.
I am a peripheral observer,
self-conscious of my status,
disintegrating at the edges.
Watch as relationships form,
people engage, socialize, find
purpose, ignore my presence.
Desperate, I grasp at meanings,
decipher holes in conversations,
measure lacking in interactions.
Ennui drives introspection –
a terrifying abyss of endless
confrontations and shortfalls.
Unable to bear the tedium –
madness threatening – I push
forward, reconsider stock
determine redundancies,
discern detrimental agendas,
am inspired to make changes.
Experience bears fruit, I can
salvage the situation, trim
excess, purge the sedentary.
Ideas flood, passion igniting,
prospects are not lost – creativity
fuels a new sense of belonging.
One Woman's Quest 