I Have a Right

I have a right to take up space. I have a right to exist. I take in and give out life fully and freely. ~ Louise Hay, Love Your Body

Clutter. Hoarding. Collecting. Piles.
Metaphors for making room,
for claiming title to real estate,
to space, to being. But when the piles
leave no room for me,
when the stuff fills it all,
squeezing out life, penning me in,
then it's time for the metaphor —
the placeholder both literal and symbol —
to yield, to make room, to be abolished
with a few crumbs put in their place
so there is space for me, a venue claimed,
my dominion representing the right I have
to be.
To live.