in my brain is a library

filled with the distasteful and bad

It smells like rosemary

and it looks a little bit sad

nothing is organized

and spider webs cover the walls

there are novels I despise

and I watch as each one falls

I do not need this library anymore

I can lock it and give up the key

sweep it away like dirt on the floor

and finally, just let those novels be

I am stronger than that room

I know that I can be joyful and free

like a marigold in the sun, I’ll let myself bloom

and let myself rest, under the shade of a willow tree