Hope Of Organization Poem by Julianna A. Laplante

Even the sight of disorganization
Makes me feel like all hope is lost.
That is much like the rollar coaster,
That I am on. Never ending. Slower.

The ups are blessings I cherish,
because they usually don't occur.
The downs are steep and the run is fast,
But the rails don't stop until the end has passed.

Every now and then I clean up my life,
By cleaning my room, or organizing my work,
Hoping maybe that by seeing organization around me,
My mind becomes uncluttered and set free.