No more room

there is no more room in the house
for the things that you make
out of fancy and longing
for a fantasy place
somewhere other than inside your head
there’s a representation of an angel
that you say could be you
or the very essence of you-ness
raising her face to the sun
you put her in the garden just out of sight
where the wandering jew vine suffocates sensibilities
and shrouds dead trees with luscious longing life
somewhere other than inside this space
maybe in your heart?
where you write down dreams
and pray to your mind
to not forget who you are
~ © Lenni Morkel-Kingsbury 2022
Image: My Gardening Angel, Lenni Morkel-Kingsbury, 2003