Cleaning house

So much clutter
All the space taken up
With fruitless tasks
And
Mindless games that
Made sense in
Another state
But now seem
Well… meaningless

Standing quite still
I become aware
Of antsy dust motes
Slowly gathering speed
In my gut
Peering closer
I realise I cannot
Properly see
For my mind
Is clouded by the
Dank fear of possibility
I cannot recoil for
My hands and feet are
Tangled in a web
Of my own intrigue

Inertia though is unsustainable
Eventually there is a
Response
Initially started as an irritation
It slowly traveled up
Gathering momentum
Until I had
No control
A sneeze of such proportions
It felt as though
My head blew off
My guts exploded
And I was freed

Lighthearted
I gazed around
Astonished by what I felt
The intersection
Where I’d been stuck
Was now cleared
For me to move

30th June

Cleaning house

su2anne

Balwyn, Australia

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Featured Groups: “Creative, Talented & Unknown.” “The World As We Know It, or as we missed it.” “Feminine Intent.”

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