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I don’t know what is true and what are lies. Everything that I see, I create my own story about. The bird in the tree, the ship sailing across the sea, the things that I love, the things that I don’t— all stories that I’ve made up. How do I know what’s real and what’s not? How do I untie this knot? Untangle these thoughts Everyone creates their own stories about everything. We even tend to believe the stories other people narrate, whether real or fake, or simply, a series of

I had a beautiful idea of you, made you into everything I never wanted to forget. I hung onto your every word. because, I preferred you. When I noticed discrepancies I picked them, one by one, like dandelions, and blew them away, watching them fade away. My remedy….. But I always keep the stems so I’d remember. About this Poem The poem is about idealizing someone, ignoring their flaws to preserve a preferred version of them, and still holding onto traces of what was dismissed

I AM the Lord I AM the Savior I Am the Power to save myself. I keep looking for others to do it for me. Help me find my power within. I keep getting lost. In all of these scattered thoughts. I AM not the thoughts or feelings that I feel. I AM the ONE who witnesses, the ONE that sees. Thinking and Believing what’s on the outside is me. I no longer want to succumb to the power of this mind. It’s keeping me confined and blind It wants me to bind to its thoughts of the mind.

Fear is one of my hardest teachers. It’s a mirror that I’ve chosen not to look into. Afraid of what I may see. Never knowing it’s there to set me free. Instead of looking I’d rather take cover, or run… I feared my thoughts, I was believing what they have been telling me about myself. All lies. I no longer have to listen to any of these thoughts or ideas, created by myself or others. None of them are true. I’M IN CHARGE! I am not these thoughts that were created. I am the ONE

I am the darkness and the light. I can shine brightly — or not at all. I am the birds in the trees, the songs they sing, the wind beneath their wings. I am the air that is breathed. I am weaved though everything. I am the sun and the stars. I am the people everywhere, the stones upon which they stumble, the sand beneath their feet, all of the water in the sea. I am all that is seen, spoken, and heard. I am the mother, the child, the father and the son. I am the lover, the ad

I’m tired of others telling me how to build my fire. Pushing me aside, telling me… I can’t do it. It’s all wrong or, “you’re taking too long.” “It’s not the way I would do it, so you’re incorrect, or you wrecked it. So they shove me to the ground to shut me down, Trying to control me with their judgments and harsh words, Hoping I will fall apart. I am wrong because I don’t think and do things the way they would, or how they think I should. So they promptly stomp my fire out.

When we are born, we are all adorned with a crown of thorns. We are not told we can remove it at any time that we choose, release ourselves from all of the crimes we have laid upon ourselves and others. Instead, we are taught to love it. So we decorate it — with flowers, with gems. We let it condemn us. Some even use it as a tool to create false rules. We go through life weak and weary, with many crosses to carry. We become attached, drag them wherever we go, too afraid to le

When Can She Be? My child wants to know when can she be— Run around and smile, be carefree, Know what it’s like to truly be Free. She had to play dead Lived the life she wanted inside her head. It was much safer there, because she was spared trauma and despair. It was better than facing so much dread— Better off hiding In her head. No real friends, Only plush animals instead. She had to plot and plan her escape, Afraid of her fate, but only exchanged one cage for another. Un

Everything is God God is here and there, God is everywhere. In the wind and in the rain God reigns and always remains.

Spreading love and light despite all the fights always invites her bright light.

You are the first that allowed me to speak about pieces of me.

It’s seems that I’m always on the other side of the fence. Covered by others, at my expense. Treated like nonsense.

Inner child of mine so Divine, so much anguish so much sorrow so much pain such a strain.

That which I desire most dangled right in front of me, like a carrot on a string.

“The Brightest Light” was the first poem I ever wrote, marking the beginning of my documented journey of healing through feelings.

I once knew a man who had not one fan. So unloved

Writing these books has been a way for me to identify my feelings and emotions so that I can have a better understanding of myself, my thoughts, beliefs and behavior patterns.