I could be trapped
A long way from home
I could find myself held hostage by the snow
I go to work and hope that I can get back
To the place of warmth, my home but that confidence lack
I struggle feeling unwell yet I drag myself in
To work my shift because I’ve been taught to believe
That working hard and dutifully
Is the best thing for me.
Yet on a day of feeling so unwell and snow falling all around
I ask myself is this truly good for me
Or is it that a part of my domestication
Just won’t let me it just makes me feel guilty
I love the snow but not when I have to work
I hate feeling ill and feeling that I shirk
If I take time of to try and get myself back fit
Working towards an early grave that’s how it is
For me and others like me who have no choice.
fauxcroft 
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