Empty spaces cleared of boxes
A pile of dirt upon the floor
Little rooms that go unnoticed
from A lifetime lived before.
Moving forwards to another
this time boxes piled high
Jigsaw puzzles on A table
catch my eye as I walk by.
Photos faded, torn and tattered
pieces falling to the floor
Gathering dust upon a table
like the sands upon the shore.
Time to clean it, time to fix it
time to send myself some love
Time to see it, time to free it
time to fly just like a dove.
Going backwards through the doorways
clearing out the cluttered space
Nearly ready for the next life
weaving higher needs in place. -Written By Robyn Brown
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