In the depths of my being, a habit resides,
To clean, to tidy, regardless of the tides.
If you chance upon me in these moments of mine,
Just let me be, give me space and time.
And when the task is finally done,
Wrap me in a hug, warm as the sun.
For it's not just the clutter I seek to address,
But the chaos within, a mind in distress.
Cleaning becomes my refuge, my sanctuary,
A coping mechanism, a necessary commentary.
Through scrubbing and organizing, I find release,
A moment of solace, a sense of inner peace.
So, embrace me tightly, let the warmth unfold,
As I navigate the depths of my soul untold.
For in cleaning, I find clarity and grace,
A journey of healing, in this sacred space.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoesieI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
