Just me, decluttering and poetry

I joined SteemIt in June 2017 and have been racking my brains over something to write.
Something profound, something influential, just something...

I decided today to give up trying to think and to just type (can you tell lol!)

Yesterday I started the long and involved task of decluttering my house. There's just my partner, our 2 kids and myself. But we have 12 years of couple stuff. 5 years of kids stuff and a whole load of pre-relationship stuff.

Oh and did I mention the shed and spare room at the in laws property full of our stuff 😫😂

Well yesterday our junk room looked like this.

After yesterday's effort and 2 car loads to the Salvation Army store, it now looks likes this.

I know it's not much - but it's a start.

I also found my old poetry book. Back from when I was in high school - and wow I was depressed.

Here's one of the poems that stuck with me after writing it:

(adding a warning ⚠️ that the following poem contains suicide).

Title: Suicide

"She stood at the top of the cliff
The wind blowing her hair wildly off her face
Her skirt swaying and wrapping itself around her legs
Like it was clinging to her with dear life
She stood there alone
Not moving
Not thinking
Not looking
Slowly she lifted her gaze towards the sea
The sun was setting, night was awakening
Tears formed in her eyes
She took a deep breath
And then she jumped"

Thanks for reading!