I need to get everything all straightened,
The main thing in question being the two plus years' worth of a mess
That's shared between my room and the basement.
Decluttering my stuff is always a never-ending process:
What could be sold for cash?
What should I keep for myself?
What to pitch in the trash?
It can't all stay on a shelf!
Necklace chains and bracelets, stained with the scent of metal, strung together by their clasps;
Both stylish and plain binders, durable enough for taking notes, and no doubt can still be used;
Pairs of jeans and jean shorts, in every shade of denim, that still hold up on my hips;
And all the tiny knick-knacks, possibly useful or decorative, begging not to be refused…
I cleared out some of the heaping whole, which is a small part,
But it's still more than I could say for my numb heart and my charged mind.
However, as it always happens, every time I start,
I set it all aside, deciding to finish it another time.
I want to break this cycle, or else everything I keep will never be enough,
Regardless of any excuse, but before I can begin to make space,
Both in my room and my mind, I need to learn to let go of this weight, dead or not.
I need to have my own room back to myself again as my sacred place.