Spring Cleaning: 2022
- Miss Becoming
- Jun 12, 2023
- 2 min read
Grateful for the time and years I've devoted to deep healing,
purging and re-building foundations, my inner home.
I gutted storage rooms, scrubbed window sills
and inspected all my pieces
Held broken mirrors and stained clothing,
staring at them, studying, remembering the moments
Glass shattered, names of bottles staining
dresses no longer fitting
Torn pants from mountain peaks,
blurring black, staining cheeks
I cried over, over spilt almonds,
molded blue cheese olives, and artisan breads
Inside cupboards that hid
great big gray tangles, regret
Of loving another so easily,
and romantic me, hopelessly
Tossing coins for return,
of another and myself
Until one at a time,
all at once, I gathered
Armfuls and bags, broken
mirrors, those stained dresses
Wrapped round wrists cutting
circulation at times more debris fell,
New shoes forming holes,
new contracts ripping soul,
Suddenly earrings rusted,
floors quickly dusted
Then the hang of it, dumping
faster, quicker, more efficiently
Stopping to snoop and inspect much
makeup brushes, hardly even used
Tossed and tossed one after another,
52 bags, 36 boxes and 7 pairs of shoes
Out and over and over again,
neighbors shared my duties
Held crooked dolls, inspecting
with me, moments before toss
Rubbish filling bins, set out Tuesdays
and every Sunday
I set a face mask and ran a bath,
resting week after week
Soaking in dissolving salts from what
eventually became an empty bag and trash too
Only this time, I don't remember, don't ignore,
don't rush to toss nor linger to study
Success, purge is over, out from my bath,
squeaky smelling of lavender and rose
Oil on my skin, I am wrapped in silk,
strolling down steps, my healing and rest,
Enjoying new home, new sparkles
cleansing years, carrying love
For the work I've done is long and ongoing
growth and deeper healing remains
Feeling love, the skills, tools, experiencing
clarity of space and thinking
The strength of all carried, relief
from waste from now open, airy, mind home
Where new appears on its own,
no longer mudded nor ripping
Soft skin, clear and steamed,
seeping with joy, gratitude
For the years I devoted to deep healing,
purging my inner home, re-framing beliefs and mind.
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