Let it go to make room

I found a dress I wore last year still hanging with

the ghosts in here. The makeup's dry, the mirror cracked. A thousand little

things that pull me back. The cables twist like memories. Old receipts,

old histories. A pair of shoes that never fit. I think it's

time I'm done with it. I've been living in a house of yesterdays.

But I can't grow if I don't give it away. So I'm letting

go to make room for sunlight through my open room. For laughter where

the shadows were. For peace that's whispering, "It's your turn." I'm clearing out