I thought I was infallible,
confident, content with
struggling to go where
I wanted to go.
The corporate ladder
was steep, but I had a
steady and experienced foot.
When I reached the top,
I found it was a long
journey to nowhere.
Yellow legal pages
consumed me.
unfinished thoughts
and words inundated me.
I wanted to cut the shackles
and keep the memories.
The only way I knew
was to photocopy my life.
When I finished,
all that was left was a
copy of my heart.
I held it close,
a reflective eye toward the
shredder.