Purify

Simply put:
purify. 

Open your dim places
and wash them clean.
Scrub all your worn places,
no matter how lit they are
or are not, and stop only
when the brush-bristles are worn 
to nubs.  

There may be nothing left
when you’re done, true,
but then you should ask
what it has cost you to carry all this
from place to place, from one year
to the next. 

There may be blood
on your knuckles
when you are done,
filth on your knees;
you may be coughing
and your eyes might sting
from the view of what you are now;
and honestly?
Maybe you’ll die.

It’s possible.

The point is
that once purified,
you’ll have room.

Anything else
might also be possible.