Unfolded

Molded

Flipped

Flopped

Tucked

Plucked

And hidden out of sight

Everything has its place in a space where it’s not suppose to be

How did I end up here?

In this place in a space, where I’m not suppose to be?

Where are my socks, shirts, pants, and shoes?

Why can’t I find what I need and what I don’t then I do?

Could it be that I am unorganized?

Or is it that I lost my path to my bed?

Either way, I’m dreading clean up day

Here I lay almost asleep on sheets that need to be put away

When the day comes for me to finally clean up, then my task will be over

Until then I’ll wait patiently with grace

And deal with each item separately

Until that day give me strength to face my demons

Everything works for your good

So until clean up day comes

I’ll move the items like I’m playing chess

Watch over me and bless this mess