With a broom and a dust pan in hand
I am going from room to room
To clean up the mess of yesterday’s night
But find a lot more than meets the eye.
Behind the door I find a spider web
Entangled in it, an old dead romance
Under the bed amidst the dust motes
Are many old and new regrets
Shuffling from one corner to the other.
Hidden behind some old clothes in the closet
Are a mound of expectations,
They still look at me with accusing eyes.
My complexes sit under the table
Daring me to acknowledge them.
There is box in the loft , filled with stench
I open it, to be shrouded in a miasma of anger.
On the coffee table is a tea cup
With the dregs of grudge still in it.
When I vacuum the carpet
The dust bag is filled with hidden pain
And out tumble a pile of vile secrets
When I pick an old shoe box.
Some stale anxieties were lying in the fridge
Along with some frozen revenge.
The colony of complains ran helter skelter
Caught unawares by my determined broom
Cussed stubbornness was hiding in a drawer
Refusing to budge even an inch
Comparisons lay under the quilt
And depression was lurking in the shadows.
Judgement sat on my favourite chair
Giving me baleful looks
Thank god bigotry lay wilted
For I am forgetful about watering plants.
I picked each up and shoved them
Into a biodegradable bag
I could have just thrown it in the trash can
But these slimy things would have slithered back.
So I made a bonfire of them all
And stood guard, till each burnt down to cinders
Then I immersed the ashes in the fast flowing stream of life
To take them as far away from me as possible.
A great burden has been lifted from my heart
A niggle of emptiness remains
Now my home is sparkling clean
I do hope joy and contentment can reign supreme.