I Think I Should Clean My Room

I think I should clean my room... I'm not sure where to put my past The heap heaves from the shelf And falls with a crash A broken pencil breaks my skin A dark red raindrop falls to meet It's spiritual kin on the floor The shadows flicker in the corners I turn round my shoulder in fear Even with the lights on I've lifted the old layers and The bold ancients scurry free At first off guard but see me now They understand who I was, My layers of mess peeled like a snake They know I've changed Under the safe they keep me the same I meditate to the moon I leave the mess in the gloom I watch them eat my skin I clean from within the mess My room is falling away I rise and it's new