Useless Words

Lately it seems
I have so much to say
about nothing.
I waste my words
on a moment,
a feeling
rush of emotion
that is utterly
meaningless.

Out of the overflow
of the heart
the mouth speaks

Is my heart then full?
Full of useless things
Like an attic cluttered
with all of the things
no one needs
yet cannot throw away.

Once again it's time
to throw open the windows
and let your light stream in.
To open the door
and let you help me.
Though it's the dead of winter
it's time for spring cleaning.