Time to dust 
and to wipe 
what is left 
that has settled 
time to see
what was forgotten 
laying in pieces 
so small that 
they are unrecognizable 
into the bin
they finally go
right where they
have already gone 

Peace isn’t found 
it is grown 
it emerges from 
the fertile ground 
known as forgiveness 
in which you 
have planted yourself 
be the flower 
that always finds 
the sun be
it cloudy overcast 
overnight or bright 

Like most things 
whose coattails live 
in my past
maybe now that 
I’ve finally put 
them to rest
I may entertain 
them again but 
not those specifically 
for I have 
outgrown the ones 
I once wore 

In the quiet 
that’s now become 
I hear the 
call of kettle 
and the clank
of coffee cups 
as though they’re 
impatient little ones 
trying to figure 
out their way 
around the kitchen 
in a minute 
I holler as
I drag myself 
across cold floors 
to witness that
there’s no one 
here but me 
myself and I 
my divine cabal 

The hardest thing 
to let go 
is the only 
thing that’s not 
good for you 
why is that 
because it means 
that you have 
settled your debt 
to your broken
self and are
now finally free 
to invest fully 
in your new 
and healthy you