A shredded life
I’ve been in the mire
Of my past strife
Sorting out documents
From my old life
Shredding years of papers
No longer in need
A hellish chore
An arduous deed
Emotions jerked
Tousled around
Remnants of ugliness
Strewn to the ground
I had bouts of elation
Sorrowful too
In the wave of remembrance
Of the life I outgrew
Haunted by boxes
No longer of use
Wrapped in old love
And spousal abuse
First car, first house
Appliances too
Invoices for everything
We ever bought new
Taxes, certificates
Receipts for jewels
Mortgages, check stubs
Insurance renewals
Letters and cards
Filtered through the mash
A History of feelings
Grueling to rehash
What have I learned?
In this process so grand
The storing of papers
Ought to be banned
Of the task as you go
Weighs down your life
With burdens in tow
And Gratitude galore
For all I once had
Now I have more!
Eight bags shredded!! 
6 comments:
We've been shredding old bank stuff and other things we no longer need. I remember computers were going to help us go paperless, but it didn't at all.
Have at terrific day. :)
haha Your poem is SO adorably funny!
Love your humor giggs!
that is way too much burden in those bags!
glad you are purging your past! make room for MORE happy choices for the goddess of many talents! xoxo I have to go read this again!!
Oh, what a job - one that's hanging over my head like the dreaded guillotine. Oh, man. Good for you! Gooooood for you!!!
How cathartic getting rid of old junk is. I love your poem!
Excellent poem & idea - I need to shred too!! Just imagine all that square footage you just added :)
Peace & love,
JP/deb
By far, the BEST poem ever! It's almost like you wrote it from my point of view. I feel like I have multiple personalities when I try to SORT the STUFF. GOOD JOB, I'm inspired to do the same.
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