clothes that missed the hamper 
kiss the ones hanging in my closet,
scraps of yarn litter the floor
tiny beads roll underfoot
and charger cords tangle together

piles of papers and notebooks and binders
stacked high sit scattered in the various crevices of my room
books lie haphazardly by my chair, my desk, my bedside table

my bed lays unmade as it has for months now
stuffed animals are squashed into the space
between the wall and the frame

my jewelry lies tangled together
and my chapsticks sit balanced precariously on the edge of my desk

this used to be a quiet reflective space,
where yoga and meditation came easily

but now chaos reigns in this room of my making
and the time has come to purge it.