They must go

I am decluttering. There is just way too much. I cannot move. I am tired.

This poet’s poems amaze me. He has gone through a very similar cancer and transplant journey. He stuns me because he has put into words an experience I can barely think about. He is helping me declutter.

http://chrisricecooper.com/386-backstory-of-the-poem-the-butterfly-effect-from-the-chapbook-poetry-collection-chimera-by-brad-buchanan/ .

These poems are helping me unlock doors of experience which I have been ignoring. I am stubborn, for sure, but it is time. I long for minimalism.

Perhaps I can open the window and the trapped furies will fly out. I have become Orestes seeking vengeance and plagued by furies.

The curtain will flutter with a fresh breeze. I can take a deep breath and I will find equanimity