I’m facing Phase 2
Daunting and dirty work
Throwing out pieces of me
Emotions rising, as I stretch up
Reaching for the next dusty bin
Piled high, teetering, risking a total collapse
This giant Jenga game is jamming me up
I comb through precious memories
My hands blackened with grime
Sorting through the stores, the storing, the soaring
paper, lists, an accounting of my life’s work
From floor to ceiling
It’s all so meaningless now
There’s dread locked up in these past possessions
Block stacking, stack-crashing, tower tumbling
Wooden blocks, feeling wooden
How will I stack up?
There’s only one way through this abysmal journey
Focus on the task at hand
One box at a time
Let’s face it, Phase Two, is fazing me out
Free verse. Based on Storage Locker