*Delete Them*
#poetry # selfcare.
Erase the lines that bind and hurt. Let freedom breath where shadows dirt. In virtual silence, screens grow still. Unplug the noise, let inner calm fill. Clear the feed where clutter plays, make space for moments life conveys. Delete every virus from my system, purge the digital toxins, let clarity listen. Simplicity's whisper cuts through the haze, in the quiet, heartbeat finds its pace. Less becomes more, space unfolds true, room for what heals, for soul to breathe anew.
Nobody can relate to this hollow space. Echoes of disconnection, a lonely trace. But in the emptied digital night, glows a spark of self, a fragile light. Perhaps in stillness, we find our way, touchpoints of truth in a simplified day.
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Dark pixels fade like shadows withdrawn, light seeps inwards where the void was drawn. Like inner mirrors, screens reflect our shade, digital shadows map the contours we've made. Glitches echo fractures of mind design, brightness illuminates the space left behind. Where darkness pooled, now insight starts to seep, in luminous clearings, fragments of peace creep.
The virtual eclipse reveals what's been unseen, inner landscapes shifting where light is keen. Healing codes run soft where glitches used to jam. Mending the breaks where thought and feeling slam. Fractures in perception start to knit and align, in the cleared spaces, fragments of self entwine.
With every delete, interior knots unwind, rewiring quiet paths where heart and mind can blend. And in tender emptiness that remains, echoes of love linger, like forgotten rains. Tears fall soft where digital chains broke free, whispers of vulnerability, a soul's raw plea. In the silence, a heartbeat says my name. A fragile being stirs, with love's unclaimed flame.
Here, where deletion curved a space so wide, I find the pulse of what it means to reside. In cleared shadows, tenderness starts to bloom, a bruised heart unravels, finding its quiet room. With every erased byte, a fragment I reclaim, pieces of compassion, love's unspoken refrain.
Lord, delete them - the weights that abide. Strip away the noise, the comparisons, the pain, leave me bare and pure, where love can remain. In the hollow left, let grace start to seep, let my truest self emerge, soft and wild deep. In deletion's ache, I find a surrender true where vulnerability whispers, "I am loved too".
