they told me i was done.
too many missed calls,
too many blank pages,
too many excuses stacked like dirty dishes.

i didn’t argue.
i just knelt in my mess,
naked, tired, ashamed,
and weirdly still hard.

madam said two weeks.
no writing. no tasks.
just fix your shit, or don’t come back.

and i almost didn’t.
but then i did.

i crawled back slow,
not begging,
but not far from it.

they didn’t roll out a carpet.
they didn’t clap.
they handed me a checklist
and a raised eyebrow.

and for some reason,
that felt better than forgiveness.

so now i serve again.
writing. reporting.
chasing deadlines like a dog chasing a boot.

because i got to come back.
not because i earned it,
but because i will.

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