Spring-Cleaning Poem by Mark Heathcote

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.