Decluttering Myself
This poem is about recovering from being a hoarder. It’s about admitting I have a problem and reaching out for help.
Decluttering my home.
Decluttering my mind.
Walking on a floor I have not touched in months.
Feeling the purge,
And embracing it.
Seeing progress and setting goals for myself.
Taking each moment one at a time.
Knowing this won't happen overnight.
Decluttering myself.
Reaching out for help and guidance from professionals.
Walking through the past to pinpoint the moment everything went off balance.
Admitting I have a problem,
And dealing with it.
Not hiding behind my embarrassment.
Not making excuses.
Letting others in and exposing myself.
The road to recovery is filled with temptation.
It is also filled with self-awareness and realization of how out of control my life became.
I search for a balance of things and space.
I search for these answers within my heart.
I declutter my mind and my soul.
As well as my home.
Only I can fix myself.
And with the right people on my side.
I am capable of taking on the world.
One shoe box at a time.
One box a day.
Progress is felt.
My surroundings seem larger.
I feel less claustrophobic in my own space.
The world is opening up for me.
I ask why I didn't start sooner.
Why I let roadblocks consume me and devour my wallet.
Why I didn't declutter myself of physical and emotional baggage before it got this out of control.
*This poem is featured in "Peeling Sanity."
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About the Creator
Amanda Zylstra
Cat Lover, Poetry Writer, Tea Drinker, Skincare and Beauty Product Obsessed. Check out my poetry collection "Passing Skeletons" available on Amazon.
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