She sits in her room. She has no guests.
She is captured by her walls.
Needing to leave, but not wanting to go
She refuses to tie her shoes.
The mess on the ground had been there long.
The stains on the wall report abuse
Of things not only her own.

She thought she had more time.
She always said tomorrow.

Now she has no time to clean,
No tomorrow to fix the walls.
When she goes, she leaves without her shoes.
She left her mess behind,
But still could not continue.
It held her back, her unfixed things.
She still can’t move on.