With each push of a broom

An un-needed part

Is moved away.

Farther from your core

Into the bin of rubbish.

These pieces aren’t needed,

Not by you,

Not by those who love you.

Sweep away the trash,

Sweep away the memories

You don’t need

So the ones your want

Have more room.

Sweep away the negative thoughts

For the positives to take hold.

Sweep away all of the clutter

In your mind,

Your body,

Your soul.

Make room for better

Bigger things.

Clear a path for yourself

To be who you need to be.


Keep Writing~