Clutter

My flat lies dormant
Yet full of a multitude
Of expectations
For a myriad
Of possibilities
A cluttering gathers
Yet remains inane
For some as yet
Has an unknown purpose
Each item
Is awaiting it's own birth
Whereupon
The realization
Of each's meaning
Will be revealed
This includes myself
An unknown
Unstoppable force
Awaiting my encounter
With an immovable object
When the two unite
It will be love
I await in anticipation
Of wishing for something
That deep down
I know
That i am now destined
To remain amongst the clutter
Of the what
Might have beens

by Jemia