Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

These Piles Deplete My Energy

I have seen hoarders.  I need a refresher though.
Today.
Right now.
As I decide to give up because this 
bedroom is too much for me.
There has been a possible raccoon
den in the corner for six or eight years.
Today was the day I decided to tackle it,
hoping not to find a beaver dam or a
tiger den.  

One tiny corner that turned into a mammoth mountain
of stuff that I have spent years throwing into a taller pile.
There are bags, boxes, purses, backpacks, and some hidden
plastic containers in there somewhere.  Last week I threw
about one eight of it on the bed, so I would be forced
to take action, to get started.

I did not though because the bed pile overwhelmed me,
took all my energy. Depleted me so hard and fast, I promptly got
physically sick.  Maybe as an excuse to not do it?  This morning
it was grinning at me wickedly from the bed.  Sapping my energy,
and my strength.

It is weird that when I lug this stuff home I have high aspirations for it.
But just dragging it in usurps all my energy.  It has sat here glaring at
me for years.  I start going through it rapidly the first few hours.
Then I decide to try to nap, but I cannot rest. The only solution is to
take it all back to the resale store and give it back. A pattern I know well.

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M. L. Kiser December 28, 2018 at 3:30 PM Is it hoarding or collecting for artistic recycling? A car seat turned into a chair; a decorative statue turned into a lamp; an old car frame turned into a child's bed or perhaps PVC pipe benches for your PVC and wood picnic table? Love it! Caren Krutsinger December 28, 2018 at 8:46 PM I have such wonderful plans and they all start with "I could" or "this could be..." but then life happens, and I decide other things are more interesting, so here the "this could be's sit," glaring at me, taking my energy cell by cell.