My attic

I pause every now and then
To clean up the attic
So to speak
I throw out thoughts
That leave me sad and weak
I sweep away obsessing
Then I Put self doubt out of reach
Now with negativity put away
I can find things that make me smile
And time to flip through my
accomplishments for a while
Yes I confess
I like my attic clutter free
And I maintain this space
So it will motivate me

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Reframing my thought