Inspirational Poem: Cleansing
Settling into my beloved spot,
I watch him move about the kitchen
wiping away the dirt and dust
that has made a home in my soul.
He cleans the cupboards,
which store my memories of childhood,
scraping out the pain and absences
growing in the corners
and polishing up the doors of visualization,
making way for fresh understandings
of what it means to change and mature.
Moving on, he picks up each item
and washes off crusty dirt that has
dimmed the colors of special memories
and buried others to be long forgotten,
restoring life to my dust-covered past.
He then turns to the floor,
sweeping away the lint and particles
that clogged my past and stalled progress,
opening up a solid foundation
and secure footing for new growth
as I travel through more of life’s experiences
and place them into my cupboard of memories.
