Poem – School and Work
In January of ’87, I began massage school,
The pressure was on, I was trying to keep cool,
Working and studying, with a young dog by my side,
Who still acted like a puppy, there was nowhere to hide.
The financial toll was immense, it drained my savings,
I struggled to make ends meet, it was truly enslaving,
I ate crackers and cheese, and a bit of deli turkey,
Oatmeal for breakfast, and a can of peaches, so syrupy.
The dancers were upset, my gifts were inexpensive,
They wanted more, it was quite offensive,
Emotionally draining, I kept it all inside,
Not asking for help, just trying to abide.
The dog acted out, destroying my house,
Bits of foam and fabric, scattered about,
I had no money to fix it, and felt so alone,
Sewing the pieces back together, with tears and a groan.
I had to keep going, to school and to work,
With no help in sight, I felt like I was in a cirque,
My parents were clear, this was my own choice,
To them a massage therapist, had no real voice.
But I persevered, I pushed through the strain,
Graduating from massage school, it was worth the pain,
I built up my practice, and became successful,
Proving to all, being a massage therapist was truly special.