Spring Cleaning

My mind is full, it's heavy.

Skittering through it

Is a tangle of feelings

Too many memories to fit.

I bend corners in my brain,

Carefully navigating the folds

And I come upon sores

Spots still tender, though old.

It's been eons since I've cleaned,

There are cobwebs as proof,

I'm eager to be weightless,

That I can't dispute.

Pull back the drapes, let the light in,

Brush out the heaviness, let the cleaning begin.