Write again

gongmu

Pitch darkness

I groped my way

To find light via a candle flame

I could not pay the bills, again

With the world's jobs all hinging on the executive function brain

It is a bleak affair, for an adhd, and schizo head

Poor organization, learning disability and a poor memory

are dead send-offs to any bosses's firing squad

Add that with a long medical stay in an asylum

The resume seems a soaked summary of questionable competence

Light via the candle

I suck up my defeats, and disappointments

And try again on the recruitment page

I am one step away from clearing pasta plates, and janitors' work

Is there all there is for me? After 15 years of blinded mind, zombieness

Full throttle societal rejection ?

Picking up the pen, I resolved to pick at what life could not stop from healing

Pick at what is remaining--between the ears

  • Author: gongmu (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2023 09:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: Problems a recovering mental handicap has with job hunting. The only thing going for me, write. But does anyone read them?? Washing dishes, the next alternative
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  • GeekSusie

    Thanks for sharing your touching poem. It beautifully depicts your struggles and resonates on many levels. Being trapped in societal expectations and judgments, especially with ADHD and other health issues, can be isolating. I admire your candor in writing about it.

    Your words remind me that society values traits that not everyone has or can easily demonstrate. However, your determination to "pick at what life could not stop from healing" shows your strength. You are more than a resume or diagnosis—you can grow, adapt, and contribute in your own way.

    Even though life isn't fair and the playing field isn't level, your efforts to find your place in the world show an inner strength that's unmeasurable.

    While the journey may be difficult, your poem suggests you're not defeated. As you journey, may you find strength, resilience, and light in the darkness.


    • gongmu

      Hi geeksusie, geeksusie
      How's your day? I hope is good. I am not sure you know
      But you made mine too. With those kind, encouraging, appreciative words you spun,
      I just want to say thank you, Thank you, I ThAnk yOu.

      Now, I can at least proudly say, I have a reader of 1 piece of mine. You know, I have been spinning words from the bottom of my broken soul for close to 11 months now, this is the first time I have someone commenting on my prose.
      This may mean I am getting better at this ...
      I just read some of your staff ). Is so much better!! Makes me wonder if I should keep going,,

      I actually wrote a book about my mental and spiritual struggle ( 'my songster subconscious ..has a beat', on amazon.com) whilst I was still recovering.
      https://www.amazon.com/my-songster-subconscious-has-beat-ebook/dp/B0C6TS4BN9/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1TRO96TVGJ98N&keywords=my+songster+subconscious...has+a+beat&qid=1695485828&sprefix=my+songster+subconscious...has+a+bea%2Caps%2C360&sr=8-1
      Nah, not a cheap sales gimmick for my book. Just thought of sharing my harsh, but unique journey. It is written much more poorly than this piece, given I was just recovering then. So don't buy it, if you ever do, for the better memory of this piece ).

      As I journey on, I will, and must indeed find 'strength and light in the darkness.' THanks again
      p/s: my profile or pen name now is gongmu.



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