Excuse me as I disappear to the cellar <br />where yesterday's sorrow played out and died <br />where tears flowed free before they all dried; <br />nothing's pretty about this place of goodbyes. <br /> <br />Only bits and pieces lie strewn everywhere <br />a mosaic unfinished but I don't seem to care; <br />lately it's become abundantly clear <br />I've overcome whatever brought me here. <br /> <br />So today is moving day and it's time to clean; <br />each step made lighter for what I have gleaned <br />from the cellar, and what I remove from there <br />and bring to the light at the top of the stair.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/excuse-me-14/
