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When did I become Savannah Ibbs? Have I always been this—was always meant to be this? Or did it happen when, wet and fragile, I came out of my mother? The days when I would kneel before the toilet, praising it as my God, spilling my insides? No. I did not become myself in a moment; I became myself in a span of six days. One hundred and forty-four hours. 8,640 minutes. 518,400 moments. On October 31st, 2009, I found myself dangling off of a ledge. In a silly dress. Bawling my eyes out. I...

Row, row, row Sometimes I find it hard to look at myself in the mirror—to see the blue web of veins stretch across the canvas of my body. I have to wonder if I'm real. I have a design fit for a purpose—let's find it. your boat And among my canals and passageways, I want to be more than a composition of chemicals.  All of my sounds—all of my words—will travel forever in waves lengths. But when I no longer produce sound, will this simple reassurance even matter? ...

When the words die, there’s nothing left to say as like when the mind leads the hand astray. There lies a Truth hidden deeply in silence but it is nearly smothered by Hope’s bidding defiance. As Hope smothers the Truth, born becomes a Lie. You could unravel me if you even cared enough to try. The Lie forms Unhappiness, therefore joining me with Defiance. Defiance pulls me down, joining me with Hate’s alliance. Hate is the opposite of Love— or so many say. I would believe it, But Hate is what’...

Something so pretty always longed to be found. “Never forget me.” But the rain’s falling down. Entwining with my roof, creating a watery illusion. Erasing all truth, drowning with confusion. Surfacing— gasping for air. But even truth can’t replace what was never really there. Trying to regain, submerged in a lie. Love is feign and hate severed a tie. Pretty things decay— usually with age. Left to replay, turning Life’s page. Everyone pretended not to see Nature’s frown. Judgment reprehended, ...

Still is a forest ‘til the sun’s dawning. Life begins, and Death ends. Dark skies dissolve, blue arise. Shut eyes open, breathing increases. Blossoms decayed, open for new warmth. Trees ignored, welcome light. Storms subside, gentle rain overcomes. The drowned become showered. Fires calmed, only smoke remains. Gentle hands heal injuries. A still forest, once dark, now awakens as Life begins. Skies once dark, beam with new light, tragedy regrets as Death ends. Eyes once shut, now open. For the...