My Hardest Teacher

Rachel Ann

Jun 22

1 min read

Updated: Jul 9

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

who sits behind the thoughts.

And I choose

to release the old ones

and create new ones.

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