Rachel Ann

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 mistakes. How do...

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. Copyright...

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. It tries...