"Maybe"- my first ever poem :)

"Maybe"  I'm stuck. I'm stuck in a mess.  Not a literal one or one you can physically address.  It's a pile of love, of hate, of confusion and sadness and noise.  I want to be free from all this madness and void.  I want it to be organized, I want it lined up in a row,  I want it sorted and cleaned from head to toe.  But how to do it?  I don't yet know.  I could try to shove it all to the bottom, but of course it'll only send new pain to the top.  I could try turning the lights out to see if it makes all feelings stop.  I could try finding comfort, or even a home,  but whenever I think about it, it sets my heart to stone.  I'm trapped, but at the same time,  I could set myself free.  Maybe I can climb out,  at least get high enough to breathe.  I don't need to clean it right away,  I just need to get out and maybe give myself a day,  a week, a month, it seems to all be the same.  I'm not stuck, just paused.  I can feel my problems, and see my flaws.  I can get through this, one day at a time.  Or even one hour, one minute, that's also fine.  I will be okay,  in this pile or not. Whatever I currently don't get,  will soon be got. -Ava Wirbs