I always forget to take out the remnants of what others would label trash.
It piles up on me, like amazing ideas which need to be let out and loose and run free.
It’s a bad habit to harbour junk and
I do it for I fail to see the necessity of ridding myself of memories.
It piles up on me, like cherished thoughts which need to be let out,
It’s irresponsible to not explain my actions, thoughts, ideas to others.
It piles up on me, like anger to shouts and raised voices which need to be let out, loose…free.
Garbage does that to you.
It piles up and stinks and reminds you that eventually it needs to be taken out.
On days like today, the garbage truck is late,
the receptacle is full and the scent goes puff – puff, pass.
On days like today, you aim to discard all treasures lost to previous and
forgotten days and ways of your past mistakes that were thrown out and away.
On days like today, you become garbage collector,
don garments insignificant and become that figure significant to clean up your life.
On days like today, you become the only container that can contain emotions wild and properly bag unexpected feelings and thoughts to dispose of them in near dump and crush the remains of a self neglected – rejected.
Be the bag, the box, the rusty old rim, coconut halved, tin empty, cups and bottles hidden, ash spewed among trees green – expressing the growth within.
Take out the trash and wake to the scent of a new you.
Sticky Notes is a new short blog attack where Gravity will rant/comment/relay snippets of expressions that are of note and share them with Gripping Black from July 13 – 17, 2015.
Be Kind and Share…