Poetry – anne taylor

white privilege

i’ve never needed to imagine if a jog, without any warning, would become the chase of my life and turn into a day of mourning i’ve never needed to imagine if an unproven accusation would strip the air from my lungs and choose my burial or cremation i’ve never needed to imagine if the colorContinue reading “white privilege”

dissociation

what do you do when you don’t want to die but you don’t always want to live when life is beautiful enough to keep you focused hope is strong enough to pull you up and love is sweet enough to stay on your tongue but nothing is loud enough to drown out your thoughts

mixed signals

anxiety suffocates me under my own thoughts then tells me I need to breathe more

Excerpt from “The Dreamers”

I want to be a dreamer because sometimes when I wish on dandelions I don’t blow every seed off with one breath and sometimes when I smile it’s because I have to and sometimes when I see a rainbow I’m still mad that it rained and sometimes I whisper to the wind as it kissesContinue reading “Excerpt from “The Dreamers””