I quit.
And in the quitting,
I squint in the sunlight,
and find, that at last, I make sense.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019
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Quintessence
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSilly (Not Savvy) PoemsTags:author, freedom, freelance, independence, poem, poet, quitting, recovery, SAD, self-confidence, self-employment, sunlight, work-life balance
Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian
Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View more posts
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