Everything Must Go

I didn't realise

how bad it had gotten.

There was no getting away

from the crushing routine.

One dead end disaster averted,

and I thought everything would be fine.

But that same heavy feeling crushing my soul.

It left me helpless.

It left me numb.

The same feeling I thought was gone.

Bubbling in the background.

A fleeting reminder of what used to be,

risen to the surface, but...

still the chipping

diminishing me.

Is there anything left to let go?

The chips become fissures.

I slide ever closer.

Realising something needs to change.

Can't pretend like one thing would fix it.

It's time to re-plaster these cracks.

My life is a yard sale,

and everything must go.