Destroying Inner Composure Poem by Margaret Alice

It is delightful to find wonderful things to
believe in; worthy ideals to strive for, but I’ve
lost it, life seems meaningless – devoid of
mystery, I need to mix magic into the mixture
of life, yet can’t find the magic required, suf-
focating in the harsh light; imprisoned in a
cage, my world shrunk to a work station com-
prising a computer and chair, I used to decorate
my office, create a sacred space, danced with
the fairies, cried when something touched me
deeply, painted and spread glitter everywhere,
now my world stops at my ear phones to block
disharmonious noises from creating chaos in
my head, without personal space life is lived
on a stage, bright lights blinding my eyes, I
need privacy to find spiritual forces; the cold,
one-dimensional lines of the visual world is
clogging my mind, my nerves are on edge –
I can’t close my eyes and meditate, the lack
of space to compose my mind in the open-plan
office is destroying my inner composure…