I wrote this when I was Chief Executive of a local council back in the early 90s and was fast losing the will to live with such duplicitous behaviour and self and political service rather than public service.
It was also when my depressive bouts started - age 38...I am now 60 and still susceptible.
I put my life on hold
As the air around grew cold,
I went inside to hide
But I lost my peace and pride.
I lost my way in life
As I dealt with stressful strife,
Other people's problems not mine
Plus a porous and poisonous grapevine.
I went in search of spirit
But there was no breath left in it,
It was my direction I had to find
To leave this pain so far behind.
Someone has to make a stand
And get back to those shaking hands,
This sign of trust and honesty
For a culture which will save the day.
No paper signed in triplicate
No contract clause to squeeze and fit,
No doing you down immorally
We need to find integrity.
So when my blackness then befell
I mostly could then always tell,
That it would touch me from inside
Of how we live in a world with pride.
So if you wish sustainable success
It's not about the push and press,
But trusting in yourself and staff
And making sure you have a laugh.
Only then will all your friends and foes
Clearly see the way to go,
Is open and honest with respect
It is only then you can 'collect'.
The happiness you search inside
The one that's never found outside,
The one we never clearly see
Until you find what's inside 'me'.
We I believe need to 'inscape' (inward journey) more (individuals, organisations and communities) and 'escape' (outward distraction) less.
A Moodscope member.