Poetry By Rachel Burridge.
She looked at all her clothes, shoes and bags and items she didn’t need.
She was living in a material world and money was it’s feed.
She’d had the buzz and adrenaline from buying on the spot.
She knew the happiness would always pass though no matter how much she got.
She threw on her joggers and her comfy jumper, back where she felt at home.
She grabbed a roll of bin bags and filled them with everything she had to own.
She kept one outfit, one pair of shoes.
She didn’t need the rest then it wouldn’t take her as long to choose.
She kept one lot of make-up, one lot of her favourite body lotion.
She looked at the pile left on the floor it looked like she was making a potion.
She threw all her bin bags in the bin, one after another.
She felt a sense of relief like throwing out an abusive lover.
She didn’t want to play by the rules anymore of this world revolving around a pound sign.
She had one drawer of belongings now and with that she would be just fine.
No more wasting items that she never needed in the first place.
No more being sucked into the sales of the world or joining in on the rat race.