Clutter

My thoughts and life seem in disarray;
disorganization has become a brother;
my very world on the brink of decay;
I am living and swimming in clutter.

I have great respect for those, organized;
for they always seem to get things done;
but, I’m organization, compromised;
and, clutter and I, became one.

I’d like to say that I’m this way by choice;
but, that wouldn’t really be true;
for, clutter, itself, has its very own voice;
overcoming what I’d choose to do.

Clutter doesn’t mean, I don’t think clearly;
many ideas, remain shelved on my mind;
to be able to arrange them; I’d love dearly;
but such is not at all, how I’m designed.

I would be ashamed, if others could see,
all the clutter that became my life;
by death, divorced, from that which was me;
and clutter became my new wife.

Tho I can’t say, I’d choose living this way;
I gained wisdom from my life path;
in spite of my clutter, I’ve learned to say:
God has love for each child; not wrath.

Clutter has become how I walk with God;
the manner He’s taught me to think;
tho you may find this thought rather odd;
I thirsted; and He made me drink;

Monty 7/29/22. # 1,234