Spring-Cleaning

There are times our inadequacies get brushed aside like those dust particles on the bedside cabinet and I analyse their presence as a kind of catalyst and I think how they amassed to cover the surface and how inanimate I have also become. How our anxieties persecute us, almost feel justified. How adamant were their own, stay of execution how easily they accumulated taking pride of place But yet with one sweep of my hand and a solution -is simply found, nothing too extravagant just a bit of spring-cleaning; some self-application and I no longer have this feeling of being inadequate.