As I scroll through
pictures of days gone by,
I see friends and family, some no longer nearby.
We once shared laughter and memories bright,
But now, we've each taken a different path in life.
Opening this Pandora’s
box of the past,
A flood of memories hits me fast.
Deleting pictures, one by one,
Of people and moments that are now gone.
Videos of parties,
where I tried to fit in,
Now I see they never truly let me in.
Deleting dreams I once held so high,
Realizing those fires no longer need to ignite.
Poems I wrote, so
mature for my age,
Reflect a life that has turned the page.
Activating an account I thought was closed,
A reminder of how time flows and grows.
Some have left us,
leaving tears behind,
Others drifted away, though we still try
To hold on to moments we once shared—
Yet, sometimes, it's best to clear the air.
Deleting the past may
feel like a chore,
But it creates space for something more.
A new chapter begins, unwritten and true,
With lessons learned, both old and new.
So goodbye to the
past, and hello to what's near,
An unwritten future, open and clear.
The irony of erasing what once brought joy—
A metaphor of becoming, like a butterfly's ploy.
