Head Cleaning

I live here
In my head.

It is a messy place
Stuff strewn about.
Life memories stuck here and there
With no sense of order.
Weighty piles of past mound
Consume precious storage space.

See? Over there, a volcano of anger
Right next to it a cider cone of sadness.
Tear-water has etched canyons
Spilling out a delta of regrets.

I should again muck out the mess
Reseed the fertile ground with faith and forgiveness.

Hard work and today I don’t feel good enough about myself to put out the effort.

Untended, it all comes back.

May 12, 2009