This is a poem I wrote back in 2011. I understood already then that I was done with the academic work world as I knew it then and know it now. You have to love the political arena, love the fight, love the competition, love to win. Perhaps at one time I did, but at around the time that I wrote the poem I simply wanted no part of the academic political arena anymore. I'm not sure how or even why it happened, just that it did. I think my soul asserted itself and demanded that I pay attention to what it had to say, and I did. This poem is from my collection of poems entitled Remnants of the Spirit World that I published in 2014; you can find it on Amazon: Remnants of the Spirit World: De Angelis, Paula Mary: 9781495376450: Amazon.com: Books
Pardon copyright Paula M. De Angelis
Pardon my wandering toward the door
The light beyond it shines so
I turn my head, I hear a call
And see a past that won’t let go.
Pardon my gazing at the floor
While you speak of many things
My soul’s discovered it wants more
Than small ideas and earthly things.
Pardon my wishing for release
From this prison of daily grind.
What I know is I want peace,
Serenity for a weary mind.
Pardon my wandering toward the field
Of dreams and hope and light
I’ve reached the point where I shall yield
The frenzied floor without a fight.
