Social media can be anything but,
With a million voices all crying out at once:
“Me! Me! Me!” we say with so many words.
“Who are you?” I want to wipe my hand
Across the world, blanket all in unfettered
Peace. The stillness and silence
Of a mind gone mellow.
“Turn off notifications,
Turn off notifications,
Turn off notifications…”
The Newsfeed Eradicator
Fills the feed with one word,
Aimed at myself to remind me
Of who it is I truly am:
Not one to run, but sometimes
The clear blue beckons and I feel
The need to be the breeze that
Casts aside my own clouds.