It’s difficult to understand why
Doing your best in the workplace
Can lead to job insecurity

Striving to make a difference
In the service of others
Opening your heart and mind
To those you spend your week with

On a good day
The fulfillment of a job well done
Sends me soaring like an eagle
Across the vast sky
Allowing me to alight upon
The wide boughs of a grand tree
My sharp talons holding firm

But on a bad day
One that usually involves
The tainted lust of power
Well that can bring out the darkness in some
As they lash out with tongues like whips
And wound with chains that bind

Tethering me to a tiny space
Where no light can seep in

In those moments
I become stiff and frozen
A translucent icicle clinging
To a roof line from the outside
Looking in

It certainly makes one
Ponder their own sanity
For what is wrong
With doing your best
With what you have been given
In order to lift up another

Is the need to maintain power so alluring
That even a good soul
Would go beyond their own ethical core
To keep the light of another hidden away
Like a diamond in the rough