Held Hostage By My Stuff
Oh, yes, I was held hostage by my stuff for a month about.
It was suffocating me, squeezing all the energy out.
To look at it depleted me, made me a loser, a lout.
I began to sort and throw willy nilly, here and there and about.
I am not complete yet, but I feel better without a doubt.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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