Eternal Beauty

The wondrous job…

The commute, by rail and foot, two hours away;
The uncertain labor and sudden deadline stress;
The arguments at dinner time, their hair now gray;
The apartment disorganized, the stove a mess;

The gym she goes to daily after work;
The neighborhood cafe they both enjoy;
Weekends of lounging somewhere with a book;
Her niece enjoying a birthday toy;

The work she’s grown to hate is half her life;
The wound is what she knows she can’t control;
And until she figures out a way to health
Her happiness will drip out of the hole.

She takes creative pride in projects done;
In every conference call that goes half well;
Writes a tribute to the paid fun
By telling herself it’s heaven, not hell;

To love your job, gift it every day
With a poem honoring its eternal beauty.

Written for a daily contest:

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The Writer's Cramp  (13+) Write the best poem or story in 24 hours or less and win 10K GPS. #333655 by Sophy

Today’s prompt was to write about turning something you hate into something nice.