Comfort in Chaos

Comfort in disarray,
Something to do on dismal days,
Dirty clothes here,
Clean clothes there,
Pile of books,
Stack of cans.
Tidy it up when the 
Sadness sinks in.

Rearrange, redesign, revision.
Build it up, knock it down.
Re-establish the serenity,
The comfort in chaos.

The voices that get too loud,
The eyes get too much.
This life becomes too constricting,
Death may seem the only escape.

From the darkness within,
A new diversion,
The wonderful disorder,
A place to be arranged.
A distraction, a project,
Whatever it be,
Instil a hope, you’d yet to see.

©2022 Poppy B. Humble