Compass-Key

03/31/2026

So many parts,
experiences remembered,
experiences forgot,
But still the root grew strong
Into the soil deep
Germinated from the seed
of those wonders
that tried to defeat

But all it did was help the tree
to learn what it needed.

The Branches grew long
Underneath the soil
the roots grew strong
As the leaves would fall,
New leaves would grow in their place

Now the tree
Has grown so much
It can withstand a windy clutch
anything that comes along
to try and dig it up
Or pull it from its home
The Tornados,
The hurricanes,
The storms
Oh, the storms of many.
This tree stood strong
roots built by memory
Grounded into itself
The wisdom of old
The growth of new

Sharing the cover it grew
To help the new trees
grow their root



Compass-Key
Rachel Adams

03/29/2026

It’s a dinglehopper🍴🧜‍♀️

03/29/2026

Nothing is always as it seems. The grass is not always greener on the other side. Besides, how could you even know what lives inside of someone else?

03/26/2026

Don’t get stuck in the capsule🤷🏻‍♀️⏳⌛️⏰

03/26/2026

Is it them? Or is it you? Or maybe it’s us?

03/25/2026

No hashtag. Does it make sense? Or does it not?

03/25/2026

No hashtags. See it or don’t. Read between the lines. Or don’t

03/25/2026

🫣🙃

03/25/2026

02/04/2026

01/14/2026

“Yes, we are different.”

You run from paradox
and pain.
I’ll run toward it

just to explore it.
A journey of importance.

While I’m working on my soul,
I’ll mirror your tears back to you,
expose your own story,
and through this,
I speak words that swell
giving back the glory.

You can’t isolate
the one who stands in Truth.

Always showing reflections
while facing them too,
Exposing lies
born from misled perceptions
connections of inception.

There are times I question 🤷🏻‍♀️
how I’ve been surrounded by chaos
while remaining in clarity.

Times I question,
While I’m
doubting the rare in me,
but it can’t run, you see.
I feel it in my bones,
taking me home.
So I don’t doubt Truth;
it won’t leave me alone.

An inner knowing,
spreading the gravel,
watching this path unravel

as I begin to understand
how a Heaven becomes hell,
finding my Diamonds
at the bottom of a well.

Showing that…

Denial
will fragment your spirit,
making it easier to fear it
while you give away your Soul
without even knowing,
as something else seeks control.

This age of technology
attempts to empty your vessel,
tell you there’s nothing special

Only to insert a thought
that never belonged to you.
It was only passing through.

I hope you see it
enough to grab it,
I hope you see it
Enough to flag it 🚩

Tag, you’re it
in the IT game.

I’ve stopped running.

Now,
as I’m becoming
the one tamed,
the flame train,
the blame drain,
taking the shame
that never belonged to me
and giving it back
to the one who gave it

Only To See….

The chaos of their own reflection,
wired to a Divine selection.
You can never break
the Almighty conception.

Nor can I be turned into a weapon.
Nor will I use discretion
when removing the infection
severing all thoughts of things
or people
who don’t understand
that all are equal,
regardless of what people
have been told about people
By people

Growth doesn’t make someone
better than you.
It only means
they began to see through

a veil of confusion
that spreads the illusion
that this is not exact.

You can be the judge of that
but first, ask yourself:

Where does it not make sense?

Start there.
In that pretense.
Do it quietly.
Silently.
Reflect what lives in your mind.
Seek stillness.
Rewind
then fast-forward
to the Present.

Compass-Key
Rachel Adams

01/05/2026

What does it look like to find a voice?

Wait 30 years,
Thinking you never had a choice
While making a choice,
Finding ways to make up for the noise.

Until one day a little bird flies along
And tweets in your ear:

The time is NOW
To release your fears,
Understanding who you are.
Why are you here?
Who have you been?
What is real?
What’s pretend?

Are you brave enough to take up space?

Fly like an eagle
And land down with grace.

Start commanding your field.
Don’t let the naysayers
Come in and steal.

This little light of mine,
I want so badly to let it shine.

Damned if I’m not inspired by the way I was told
To shut the f**k up
When I have an opinion
Of such caliber
That threatens your beliefs
About what you think I’m supposed to be.

See, I didn’t know that speaking about what I think felt like such a sin.

So nuanced.

Finding my voice seems harder now,
Especially because I’ve figured it out
That I wasn’t allowed to be loud.

You can understand
Where the confusion comes in….

When it’s not okay to be who you’ve been ….
Is it Because I spoke too much ?
Of what you didn’t understand.

So you cast that dirty stare,
A silent reprimand,
As if to say,
“That shook me too much.”

An expression of such caliber:
Who does she think she is?

Well, I think I am
A woman
Who can’t work with
My old form
When informed of new norms,
Conformed
To what a voice can do
When given a place outside of you

To speak.

What lives inside of you,
In spite of you,
Pushed out
To the mouth.

Spit it out,
Shout it loud.
This is what finding a voice looks like.

And now I know,
Maybe we both can use our voices
To make up for all the times we felt we didn’t have a choice.

Compass-Key
Rachel Adams