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Chelsea Rae May 2020
Eyes peeled with hopeful hearts.

Question everything.

Open minds
Breaking chains
And freeing cages.

Let go of it all.
Defend nothing other than sovereignty and pure love.

With love and freedom
We fly.
Political thoughts.
Chelsea Rae May 2020
I think at times like this

I blame You.

I burn with such an intense hatred for my pure existence.

I didn't want this.

You created me and I have seen too much to believe You don't exist.

I know you hear me.

I know You hear me cussing and cursing the Universe and shouting until my throats raw and my lungs give out.

I'm defeated.

And when my tantrum is over and
I've cried and pouted, sat with it for as long as I could...

Then the worst realization always
Begins to sink into my bitterness.

Now to return in humility and fealty.
To come to You at my knees
And admit my powerlessness without You.

Begging in vulnerability for some
******* help.
For love and support,
My apologies with open heart.

Existing is painful so I blame You.
Existing is blissful so I thank You.
.  .  .
Being You must **** too.

But oh,
How I strive to be just like You.
Venting my frustrations with God about God. Struggling to understand my meaning of life.
Chelsea Rae May 2020
I'm just tired..
So so tired.

My soul is drenched with the heaviness awareness brings and things I can't unsee.

I just want to go home.

To my REAL home.

Where is the open armed loving embrace?
Where is the reward for continuing to stay alive?

I don't want to be here anymore.
I just want to do nothing.
To be nothing.

I want to quit. To stop.
I want it all to stop.
Chelsea Rae Apr 2020
I wish
I found
Anyone
Who could vibe with my crazy,
Untamed mind.

The possibilities are endless
If you're willing to go on an adventure
With my thoughts.

**** getting to know my demons
Because they hardly exist.

Take my hand and indulge in all of my
What if's.

And yes I am a broken record
That always spins.

I'm sorry for the unpredictable
Predictability.
Chelsea Rae Apr 2020
So strange, to have memories of things
that I don't feel like was ever me
doing the remembering.

So strange,

To have memories
that feel like they belong
to a complete stranger.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever existed?
Chelsea Rae Apr 2020
Today feels like one of those days
Where you're tired of holding on.

Your arms afire and you just
                           Let go. . .

                Lay back and d r i f t .  .  .

                       Float on and on and on. . .
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