Cleaning Daydreams
I step outside to clear my head. I take a deep breath to quiet my mind. If I just struck a match & burned it all down. Wouldn’t it be so much easier then cleaning it up? This mess, this life, these piles & memories I have slowly packed away, thinking, hoping they would someday have meaning to someone else’s life.
Now the piles only stand for the past I am unwilling to let go of & all the things I had wished to be. They are now just the weight that holds me down, keeping me from the future I’m unwilling to step into.
I strike the match & let it fall to the ground. I stand and stare as it slowly burns the place down. I smile as the cobwebs go up in smoke & all the things I secretly wished to get rid of, turn into a pile of ash, ready to be swept up and thrown out. The warmth fills my heart and the world seems to glow in a euphoric way.
With a blissful smile, I take one last deep cleansing breath & open my eyes. Then I lift the lid to the can & toss another bag inside. It’s trash day. It’s a new day. It’s cleaning day & my morning daydream ends.
Debbie Smalley (Deb’e)
Sometimes daydreams are just the things we think, to amuse ourselves & make light of the mundane.
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