Down on bended knee,
the evidence of sad neglect
lies before me.
Tufts of green clumps sprout
among the rocks.
Paper, cloth and memories
piled high or boxed away
in dark closets
and the dark recesses of my mind.
Resigned to the task at last,
I begin the work of peeling away
the vast clutter of my life:
All the unread books,
All the unrealized dreams,
All the too tight jeans,
All the sad regrets,
All the friends who
are friends no more,
And the damn weeds!
With a subtle twist of the wrist
and a sharp yank at the roots
(remember to get the roots or
the weeds will return
in numbers larger than before)
…the battle begins.
Once lifted from the soil,
I lay the casualties aside,
turning a blind eye to
what I have done.
I feel both liberated and sad,
but somehow more in control of
my newly fashioned life.
A cleansing of the soul
can only begin with
A cleansing of your space,
inside and out.