the clutter in my room, and my mind

I haven’t cleaned my room.
And it’s starting to show.

When the space around me is heavy,
my heart feels heavier.
And when my heart is heavy,
I forget how to be soft with others.

Maybe it starts with folding one shirt.
Letting go of one thing I no longer need.
Not just to tidy up—
but to make space.

Space for joy.
Space for peace.
Space for me.