It had become
Too difficult to live here
So many boxes and
Pieces of furniture
Closets filled with unused objects
Last touched in
I don't know
Where to start, I don't know
But I must
It becomes a challenge to focus
To breathe, even
In the the space I've known as home
Overtime you accumulate
A lot of things
You never realized would end up Becoming such a burden
Stuff
I open the door, and stuff would Follow me in
If I didn't have a place for it
I'd set it down anyway
Somewhere on something
It didn't matter
Years of it
And now I can't breathe
But what compels me to change also Compels me to cling
I've found comfort in this mess
With how things have been.
To pick up one thing and
Question its necessity
Would be to pick up each item and Do the same
I'm almost ready
To quit before I begin
But
I cringe, but I know It's necessary Even vital I begin
Piece by piece
I make my way through
Each moment of time
I add to the process
Replaces an object I remove
Slowly but surely
I am making ground
Slowly but surely
I will see ground again
Each piece that leaves
Reveals a space to be filled
Filled by what, you might ask
With Life
In the empty spaces, you see
I found Life Itself was
Waiting to come in
In the gaps I filled on my own
Each nook and cranny with stuff
With things, with objects seen
Yet it's what's
Unseen that comforts me
You see, what I thought was Comforting was suffocating me
And as I let go
In this seemingly empty spaciousness
I can breathe