Susan Lindo's home was a sight to see,
Full of stuff, with shelves bursting free.
She'd climb over bags just to get to bed,
A mountain of clutter, her daily dread.
She thought it was laziness, but one day,
A radio interview changed her way.
A mental health condition, it was revealed to be,
A shock to Susan, a new reality.
Her parents were hoarders, their home a mess,
Normal to Susan, but not to the rest.
She struggled to stop, despite her best try,
Her home a reflection, of her childhood sky.
Robert helps out, with cleaning and more,
But Susan's the one, who's in charge of the floor.
The fire brigade warned, of the dangers so real,
Cluttered homes, a fire risk, a danger to feel.
Susan's concerned, for her home and her fate,
The front door's the only exit, a fire's too late.
She's not alone, in her struggles so true,
Hoarding's a disorder, that affects many, it's true.
There's help available, for those who need a hand,
Support groups, and counselling, to understand.
Susan's motivated, to sort out her space,
10 minutes at a time, a new pace.
She's learned from her past, and is determined to try,
To declutter her home, and let go of the sigh.
Her ideal is a home, tidy and free,
A goal to achieve, for Susan, it's just her destiny.
Don't be ashamed, of your hoarding ways,
There's help out there, to guide you through the days.
Ask for support, and take it one step at a time,
You're not alone, in this struggle, you'll be just fine.