A Curse Within A Blessing

This Poem discusses the downsides of being so forgivable and having to put up a face for publicity. As I am a support worker. There are times where us human service workers are put down and blamed.

No matter how much work I put in, how much time I give, 

It is never enough,  my heart shatters into a million pieces at the effort that is put in, 

My body, tirelessly running, machinelike, 

How is it fair? Why am I the only one to blame? 

My kind spirit, and forgiving nature, are a curse, 

A curse that I cannot break. 

trampled on, used as nothing but a doormat and stairs, 

Unable to fend me, I patch pieces of my heart, myself and my spirit, and give them back just to be stepped on, 

Never good enough, 

Need to be better, 

Why can’t I do things right for once? 

all that’s good about me is falling like trying to hold sand, 

Author's Note

These are the consequences and downsides I get from my occupation as a support worker

Reviews

[Aura]

Every job and every career has their ups and downs, but a job that crushes your spirit, and hurts you more than you give, isn't a job at all. There may be upsides that do balance out all the negative aspects of being a social worker as well that you did not mention and that's perfectly okay, as long as you are happy with what you do, even if it crushes your soul, I don't think it's the case for every situation... is it?

[John the Baptist]

Perhaps it's time to consider a new career.

[Mira Windsor]

Apologies I didn’t seem to make it clear, these are only the downsides to this job, as some of the clients and staff are absolute angels, they make the job worth it and it’s rewarding all at the same time. I just didn’t talk about that as the poem reflects that human service workers and support workers are all human. Not every occupation is perfect. But thanks for leaving the review