Cleaning Out my Closet
The work always resets.
By Bianca WilsonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I need to get rid of some the clothes in my closet
They could never fit
Don't know why they were in there hiding
Some from years ago
When I was so young
And internalized
Some from can't saying no
They were dumped on me
And that was the beginning
Of this cluttered room
Of my cluttered heart
Of my cluttered soul
My soul can't sing
Dreams can breathe
Motivation doesn't grow
Paper's more precious than clothes
Can't bring myself to dispose
Where do I even begin?
With all the clothes or the clutter?
And even if I finish
Will I find the me
I want to be
At the very end
Of this situation?
Or will it all go back to hell
In seconds?
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About the Creator
Bianca Wilson
Author of Dream of the Cabbage Spirit on Amazon. Webnovel writer, simmer, poet and daydreamer.
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