cleaning {spring}

you come into my place

and begin to tidy up

throwing out the old

bringing in the new

 

sometimes it’s hard

to let go of old ways

the sharpness of two edges

stabbing   pain   it hurts

 

you go into corners

I’d rather left alone

you shake out the dust sheets

and look underneath

 

as the work goes on within

the transformation of self

is palpable touchable yea!

the move from unloveable

to a daughter of the King

 

 

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