Cleaning My Garage
That room that
we avoid showing.
Where we hide
And collected
All kinds of things.
New year,
the right time for cleaning.
It was a big mess.
It was hard to start.
Things need to be organized.
Tools, seasonal supplies and
lots of trash.
I soon realized:
"I am a garbage collector"
"If the exterior is a reflection of the interior"
Maybe my garage is like my mind
Full of fear, paranoia, conflicts and trash.
I'll let them burn in a good burning bowl.
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