I put my house in order,
Got rid of all my trash...
It didn't take so very long,
I did it in a flash.

I gathered up all of the stuff,
That I no longer need...
Didn't save a crumb at all,
Not even tiny seed.

I started out by tossing,
My feelings of despair...
Replaced those with a bag of smiles,
So easy now to share.

I got rid of tears, still unshed,
That threatened every day...
Told myself to get a firm grip,
And sent them on their way.

The hurt and the self pity,
That kept me feeling down...
Got thrown out with the trash,
No longer can be found.

I got rid of hate and 'why me?'
For I found I'm not unique...
Somewhere someone is hurting now,
Even as we speak.

I can say 'I've been there, done that,'
I've been depressed and blue...
But an attitude adjustment,
Is what will get me through.

I have put my house in order,
I now control my fate...
My future will depend upon,
How well I can create.

© 2007 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
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