Tired Land

There is a space
in my mind;
a room
full of the clutter
of regrets,
disappointments,
griefs - big and small.
Packed full of
shards of shame,
ends of envy,
wads of worry -
the debris of depression.
I am an
emotional hoarder.
It's time to clean
Tired Land,
free up space,
air out mustiness,
travel lighter.

A.H.