shredded rubbish

I dusted out the cobwebs of bad memories,

washed out my eyes with fresh tears, threw out my wasted

tantrums and shredded 1000 letters. Finally, I cleaned up

 my hard drive and turned on the auto reply. All I had left was:

Clear space

to think, to breathe,

feel rejuvenated,

to cleanse the pernicious, attract

the new.