White Space

Unbroken. Untethered.

“White Space” is a reclamation. A reset. A quiet kind of defiance that chooses truth over noise. This is what it means to begin again.

I deleted everything from my mind

to clear the space of what isn’t mine.

Not out of grief, but out of power—

a pursuit of truth, untethered.

Blank doesn’t mean broken.

White doesn’t mean empty.

The vast void only means this:

You get to write something new.

This is the space before the storm,

between the lies and the next me.

Rain may not fall tomorrow.

The sun won’t always shine.

But white space holds everything.

It’s the silence you sit with.

It dares you to stop begging

and finally start building.

Time will watch me slowly

recreate the masterpiece.

What once was mine—

can’t be taken. Can’t be erased.

I am the white space.