I don't think I spend too much?!
But, then I spill out my stylish shoe
Collection, an addiction, sorted by hue.
Cupboards flung open to reveal the gradient of such
And don't get me started on my collection of bags and the clutch!
Rivers of life run deep,
But, then I look at the contents of my journals;
The cries of "now and not yet" reveal how hormonal
Am I. Dim focus on the eternal creeps —
To cover more of the heart, I try to keep.
New year is near and nearer;
But a return to stillness yearns.
When we hide, these addictions burn,
Igniting guilt, shame, anguish and all —
Where are you, simplicity? Is this the fall?
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 10:58 PM UTC
I don't think I spend too much?!
But, then I spill out my stylish shoe
Collection, an addiction, sorted by hue.
Cupboards flung open to reveal the gradient of such
And don't get me started on my collection of bags and the clutch!
Rivers of life run deep,
But, then I look at the contents of my journals;
The cries of "now and not yet" reveal how hormonal
Am I. Dim focus on the eternal creeps —
To cover more of the heart, I try to keep.
New year is near and nearer;
But a return to stillness yearns.
When we hide, these addictions burn,
Igniting guilt, shame, anguish and all —
Where are you, simplicity? Is this the fall?
As 2025 draws to a close, I review this poem again and think not much hs changed. Can '26 be different?
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