IMG_1248.JPGGet rid of it
before you need to
not the day of travel
or when packing you run out of space
but before it clutters up the truth
all those things you thought you needed
need you more
their memories are chains around your neck
not swans
gliding like icing on cold water
get rid of stuff
it’s not precious
it builds up
until we cannot see beyond
close the door
start over
loose your wings
into willing air
lift up, let go
be gone
from the suffrage
of invisible bonds