Finally.. A New Job!

After 2 years of searching for my dream job, finally I was able to secure one... I wrote this poem as soon as my employer said he will support me however he can. This small glimmer of hope is what I came here for..

Three restless years of papers, waits and fear

Of borders shifting like uncertain sand

Now steady ground beneath my feet appear

A contract sealed by hard-earned, calloused hand

The title reads “Site Manager” in London’s haze

Hard hat and steel where dreams refused to die

Yet echoes of old worry still remain

A quiet storm that lingers in the sky

Relief floods warm like summer after rain

While unknown futures whisper what comes next

Gratitude and doubt walk side by side again

In this new chapter, brave but still complex

So here I stand on firmer London soil

With tools and purpose, heart both light and sore

The road ahead is long, but mine to toil

From drifting guest to builder evermore

   

A picture of my workstation on site...

Poems About Life: The Balancing Rock at Brimham Rocks UK – Strength, Time and Standing Tall

 Standing before this ancient balancing rock at Brimham Rocks in Yorkshire, I felt the weight of time and the quiet power of standing firm. This poem about life captures those feelings and the delicate balance we all navigate through change, loss and renewal.

Beneath a vast and endless azure dome

A titan stands where centuries have played

Layered stone on stone, a weathered home

Defying gravity in silent parade

Eroded edges whisper ancient tales

Of wind and rain that carved but could not break

A monument to what endurance avails

When time itself becomes the force we take

Its base so narrow, yet it holds the weight

Of heavy years and skies that press it down

Lichen paints its skin in hues of fate

While roots above reach for the sun’s warm crown

Like hearts that tremble yet refuse to fall

We balance on the edge of rise and stall

Each crack a story, every curve a scar

From distant storms that tested its resolve

It teaches us that strength is not a bar

But quiet patience as the wild evolves

In slices of this earth so bold and free

We see our lives in rock’s eternity

So stand, dear soul, though winds may howl and shift

Let layered moments build your quiet might

The rock endures, its form a sacred gift

A call to hold your ground through day and night

For in this fragile, towering embrace

Life finds its balance in both time and space