Declutter

It had become Too difficult to live here So many boxes and Pieces of furniture Closets filled with unused objects Last touched in I don't know Where to start, I don't know But I must It becomes a challenge to focus To breathe, even In the the space I've known as home Overtime you accumulate A lot of things You never realized would end up Becoming such a burden Stuff I open the door, and stuff would Follow me in If I didn't have a place for it I'd set it down anyway Somewhere on something It didn't matter Years of it And now I can't breathe But what compels me to change also Compels me to cling I've found comfort in this mess With how things have been. To pick up one thing and Question its necessity Would be to pick up each item and Do the same I'm almost ready To quit before I begin But I cringe, but I know It's necessary Even vital I begin Piece by piece I make my way through Each moment of time I add to the process Replaces an object I remove Slowly but surely I am making ground Slowly but surely I will see ground again Each piece that leaves Reveals a space to be filled Filled by what, you might ask With Life In the empty spaces, you see I found Life Itself was Waiting to come in In the gaps I filled on my own Each nook and cranny with stuff With things, with objects seen Yet it's what's Unseen that comforts me You see, what I thought was Comforting was suffocating me And as I let go In this seemingly empty spaciousness I can breathe