Let me sweep off this pile
These lists
Broken habits
Scraps of promises I meant to keep
Unfinished errands
Goals far too lofty
Wants, aspirations
Visions, and needs

Let me start over
Blank sheet of paper
Draw up another list
Fill it with faith
Mourn all my misdeeds
Unfinished business
Look to the future
The most perfect place.



September 17th, 2018
I wrote this poem after looking at the scraps of paper at my work desk, scraps filled with lists and goals I had set for myself that I had only half completed. I was filled with disgust and wanted to sweep the papers into the garbage. This poem ensued.


Photo Credit:
Mindy Schaper (Desk at work)