The Ornery housefly

How I feel tonight after a long day at work not pursuing a career I love.

Passion plagues me like an ornery housefly. 

I am torn, with one half in the moment, the other wondering why

I pace restlessly about my mind finding the absence of solace that once stood like armchair sentries

A stark reminder that I have begun to move on

The too small  niches that once fit now scratch at me like a wool sweater

What is that obstruction?  Reveal yourself, reveal yourself so I can be freed...

Freedom to be the passion beckons....