Poem: Clean Out the Clutter

Let go of the whispers
stacked in the corner—
papers and trinkets,
the dust of forgotten moments.

Empty shelves breathe better,
spaces wide and waiting.
Each thing released
is a sigh, a step toward stillness.

Tidy the drawer,
fold the stray thread,
sweep the memory
from behind the couch.

There’s clarity in order,
in the space that forms
when you let objects
return to the air.

Your mind will thank you,
a lighter dance of thought,
a quiet horizon
you can see again.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie