THE NEED TO PURGE

Needing to purge
Refresh and anew
Becoming, evolving
What can I do?

Way too much clutter
Obscuring my view
Afraid you will see me
What will I do?

Stark naked and cold
Bearing it all
What if I stumble?
What if I fall?

So much to consider
So much to ignore
Too many possessions
Don’t need anymore.

Boxes, containers
Stacked high in a row
Temperature change
Through rain or through snow.

Clinging and grasping
Maintaining my grip
Clothes out of date
That no longer fit.

Just can’t let them go
I have wants, I have needs
I can’t go without
My bracelets, my beads.

I wait in my car
By the front entrance gate
One more storage item
A small wooden crate.

Locked up and secure
I hold the key
A room full of boxes
Belonging to me.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories. View all posts by Patty Richardson