The Sabbatical

A break period.
A year…
Perhaps more…
To seek myself.
The person I am

Working late nights
to make ends meet
being ostracised,
typecast
but…I’ll survive

Typecast
by friends and foes
alike,
‘a mere survivor’
-like some lost,
distressed soul!

No.
I will learn.
Widen my horizons
Search my soul
…explore
learn camaraderie
humility
form new friendships
travel the world…

So what
if enroute
I fumble
Lose my way
…I’ll survive
So what
If en route
I turn waiter
At ‘La vent des Rose’
Just a temporary job
…in a tentative land.