Compass-Key

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

12/22/2025

Spread Peace like a weapon……
Because it is
You only know what you’ve seen,
Not what we think or what we’ve thought
Only through the eyes of what has been lived


If you did know you, you would see the undying need…..
All that’s asked for is a piece of Peace
setting boundaries
By not seeing ourselves through another’s insecurity
Giving a path to just be Free
Free to fulfill this purpose of Destiny

12/15/2025

You can’t want to save something while simultaneously destroying it.

You either soften and build,
or harden and steal.

You can’t play both of these fields
if Trust was the deal.

Patience is the appeal
to show that this time
it is the real deal.

Guards go up
when you’ve been tethering
to unspoken reprimanding,
always planning
how to not disrupt the comfort of another’s discomfort.

Walking on these eggshell peels,
cracking in silence,
showing the places needing to heal.

And maybe, in order to do that,
we must take our focus off the other,
put it back under the cover
to uncover
what's been hiding all along.

You’re not seeing the imprint
Which builds another within it,

worlds upon worlds
while you try to defend it.

How can we repent it?

Where the accused become the accuser…

The enslaved become the slaves
by the unrealized, untapped power
Always living those old prison ways,
staying in that cage,
guarding another in your politics of thought.

Every plot builds another plot.

Once I rake these leaves,
you’ll understand the unmet need,
now burning this dried-out pile to its ashes.

Save yourself from your own actions;
sometimes that takes showing the inaction
of a warning repeated…

Continuously defeated,
watching the cries stream at a steady pace,
Dead eyes
peeling off a face
of ones who became what is before them,
It lives in the blood that explores them.

Keeps screaming and pleading
to stop scorning the needing.

Can’t even see who had your back
before you even had your own?

Take that for granted,
without the realizations
you left them all alone
to defend the unknown.
It should never
have been done alone.
If it was two
Why they’ve turned them to Stone

You took the inside of them
and made it your home,
kicked them out,
let them feel that drought,
all in their own forgiveness,
THE HEART IS A WITNESS

Every tear that fell,
praying for some help,
just for
your health, your mind, your spirit
was a call to God.

So you can’t step on this heart
not one more day.
I know it’s uncomfortable
what these boundaries will say.

You can’t see it
and not respect the part
or support the art
it’s played in the making
of breaking
all that was forsaking
what was taking
and breaking
you.

I was made this way,
conditioned
by an exchange.

You want it back?
But
Rome wasn’t built in a day…

It takes time, perseverance, faith,
love, and grace.

And if that was extended to you,
you should learn how to extend that too.

Those who have received this,
it’s now your time to be this,
Realizing its not going to be given to the one
who gives it to the one
who’s needed it all along,

Poured themselves out,
not realizing reciprocity
never existed.
It only insisted
on gripping something that was losing its grip.

Compass-KeyRachel Adams

12/14/2025

12/14/2025

I want connection, not what you perceive as perfection….. there’s no such thing.

Only a thing, and another thing seeing through what the false is bringing.

Authenticity is felt. You don’t build it by copying what is perceived to be the “right way” or the “wrong way”…

Perhaps “ the right way” could be the wrong way” and who is it anyway, that has a right to say?

12/13/2025

12/07/2025

Fire in my bones
Redemption In my mouth
Sometimes things get strange
Glad I wrote this out

Or maybe I rode It out
Keep your gates…
I dont need em….
Try to lock me in
But I’ll defeat them
I have the Master Key

I figured something out…
You waste time while pleading

There’s no amount of external
THING
Worth my soul
It just won’t take
Always Repelling
What doesnt include
Building up Faith

How many can say that?
They’ll fold as they say it
While doing all the things
They never told
For some materials
Of validation

Trying to convince me
Theres no tangible proof
And In that LIES the loop

See,
The PROBLEM is
I find evidence in action
The other PROBLEM is
You treat that as a fraction

I keep trying to add
But now I’m subtracting
The Dissatisfaction

Turning the pain of this lesson
Into my greatest confession

A repentance …. if you will

It’s A BIRTHING contraction
It comes and It goes
In Incremental waves
But at some point
The soul becomes exposed
From a repeating yesterday

Matter of fact
I find I’m,
Wasting time
mind
and space
Requesting the same thing
It just clings
Until it dissolves
Into nothing

Let me let you in on a clue
I already knew
You was gonna take
Dismissing every page
I tried,
I gave,
I loved,
I prayed,

I begged so much
For Reciprocity
All I got back
Was animosity

A tiny voice tells me
To tell the real me
It’s ok
It’s safe

What gives
Gets Grace

Grace in seeing
Never become what It is
You’re defeating

Don’t look back
As you become all of your being

Not back
On the feeding
Of your feelings
Although fleeting
They keep repeating
For the same reason

Just take another look
While it’s revealing
The unsealing
Of a time you refused to look
Becase now all you can do Is Look
And all that leads to is
SEEING
Removes the scales from your eyes
Lifts the Veil to the WISE

For It builds In a new way
To draw you In and make you stay
In a part
Of parting ways

To See what you took from yourself
By placing your worth
Where It can’t be felt
Opening up just to feel repelled

Everything Is real
It’s not a distraction
Stop denying the Truth
Thats revealing to you
The same act of inactions

Reversal of the impacting
That filled you up
Just to Drain you out again

I’m just really exhausted
From being your supplement
So I’ll let God deal with me
While Lifting me up Again

Compass-Key
Rachel Adams



(And yes I always wear my seat belt) 🤓

12/07/2025

That one time I accidentally pocket posted this picture asking for chin cream recommendations meant for an FB “perimenopause women’s” page. Instead it got sent to a “Plant lovers” group page. I Come home from work, turns out 3 hours went by before i even knew it was posted, and I was getting attacked by 300 women who said “I just wanted attention” and all other sorts of derogatory slurs. Actually the phrase should be “I was getting reamed” that is a better way to describe it. But it felt like an attack.

1.Yeah, that makes logical sense. I want the whole world of plant lovers to give me chin cream reccomendations 🤦‍♀️🫠

#2 these are plant lovers, I thought we’d be a little less “who does she think she is?” And a little more “she is the sh*t” 🤷🏻‍♀️

3. What happen to flower power, the peaceful plant lovers? I didnt know this vengeance existed here in this “Loving of plants space”

💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

Still working on that chin droop though. 🤣🤓

So in a glass half full reflection, I noticed that 10 out of the 310 comments stood up for me and said “Hey, whoa… simmer down the lady is talking about neck cream not asking how to build a bomb” and a few “Free Rachel” comments 🤣 But I felt that🤓 to this very day. I felt the hatred and vitriol through the comments themselves. It kind of surprised me that so many people had that much anger over a neck cream post in a plant group. My bad … damn

But I also felt relief for those ten women who came to my aide before I even knew what was happening.

The point is for every 300 “Who does she think she is?” There may be only 10 “she’s all the things” supporters
Be 10 who will support…
Pay attention to those one’s, not the Miserable, insufferable “I hate me, so I’ll hate you too” kind of people.

Let support permeate.

Just like the angry scowls were feeding off of eachothers own disdain, and hatred they had for themselves. (Notice how I said “feeding off of”eating, anothers shame they themselves are projecting with an attempt to permeate that feeling on and into others, AND with unwarranted vitriol might I add)
There are those who will feed others with support, and encouragement. (Notice how I said Feed… share,care for anothers inner nourishment)

…. Its not my fault I’m 42 looking 32 with a slightly drooping chin🤷🏻‍♀️ 🤓

To the Haters even with my chin skin I’m starting to love myself…. Through it all….. every last drop of imperfection. …. Is perfection.

Compass-Key
Rachel Adams

12/05/2025

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