All the unused objects cluttering my space
Are unfinished stories that I’m afraid to face
Unrealized potential, abandoned possibilities
A life that could have been, the “what-ifs” that never cease
The camera for the photographs that could have been clicked
The flamboyant dress that could have been for an award ceremony picked
The books that could have been on a sabbatical read
The art supplies that could to a new hobby have led
All languish in various corners, forgotten over the years
Hiding disappointments, broken dreams and fears
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I pick up each object, and jog my memory
To come up with its incomplete history
Whether its story merits completion is a decision I have to make
If so, I keep it, if not, a place it takes
In the decluttering pile, where its story ends for me
Leaving both my space and my mind a bit more free
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As I declutter my place, I close the door
On unfinished stories, making space for more
Passion...unbridled 