Splitting the Past

With each jagged stroke, I carve out a space,

where clutter once lingered, I reclaim my own place.

The saw bites deep, sending dust in the air,

a thrilling sensation, like cutting the care.

Shavings cascade down, a symphony formed,

a ritual of severing, from chaos I'm warmed.

As I slice through the old, I feel something new,

a fresh start unfolding, a life to pursue.