On Bitterness

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Let’s choose to forgive
even if forgiveness isn’t asked.
Your heart is too beautiful
to keep those ugly poisons inside.

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On Bitterness (Plus a Leave-Note)

Yes,
your heart is beautiful.

P.S.

A Reading Writer is sick badly sick. -_- I am not sure when I’ll be back but I am sending you guys, a lot of love for the week.

I have scheduled poems until August 31 so I am sure you won’t miss me. 🙂

Have a great week, everyone!

Two Wives

Five decades after the war, I am now here to do your final request.

It was never your intention to release those bombs. Chief said no one will be killed. But a week after you did your first mission, you read more than a thousand lives were shattered.

It haunted you.

Just five months after you quit, you bombed your own brains.

On your behalf, I ask for forgiveness to the souls you killed. I hope you are now forgiven, dear.

***

It was a normal day when the big black balls came. Kaboom here, kaboom there. Blood here, cadavers there.

It signalled the start of the second world war.

Looking at these canyons responsible for my husband’s death, I searched for anger. Anger for the soldier who launched the bombs.

But after fifty years, I found none.

Whoever soldier killed my love and a thousand more lives, you are forgiven.

Word count: 150

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction


In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for February 28, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more awesome stories here:

The Wake

I should be sad after the call has ended, but I am not, surely not.

“Your father is dead.”

‘Oh’, is the only word I was able to say.

“His remains will be at the Grace Baptist Church starting tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Will you be there?”

“I might.”

“We hope to see you.”

“I will try. It’s late. Bye.”

He is my father, the man who gave those millions (or billions?) of sperms. Luckily (or not?) I won the race and made my way to my mom’s womb.

He is my father, but for him, I am just his illegitimate daughter. A daughter he accidentally made when he raped their home’s maid. A daughter with a dirty old mother who begged for financial support. A beg he never heeded.

Shaking with anger and decades-old rage, damn!

I promised myself I won’t cry because of him again!

I won’t! 

Please, tears, don’t!

Word count: 150

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction


In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for February 20, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more awesome stories here:

Mondays Musings: On Holding Anger

Monday Musings

Start the week with some wise words worth pondering. – rosemawrites

Last week has been so fun as Writing 101 has been really an enjoyable class packed with awesome bloggers/classmates.

Today’s Monday Musings is inspired by our Day 9 assignment, particularly by Annie and TLizzy. These two have all the right to live with hatred but they chose the opposite direction. 

So here is my word-to-ponder for this week:

Image by JJP at https://twitter.com/bitchboy30.

From: The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

The Five People You Meet in Heaven

My thoughts:

I am honestly not a forgiver. I keep records of wrongs. I may say I forgive you, but I will surely not forget.

But as I grow, as I experience rejections, as I experience life’s harsh realities, I have learned that everything really happens for a reason.

Someone may have wronged you, but that is the best way to make you stronger. 

Someone left you, but after that you discover that you are more capable than you think you are. 

I am not a ‘perfect forgiver’ yet. But I am working on it.

Because you forgive not because the person deserves forgiveness. You forgive because you deserve to be free. 


Is there a person that have wronged you that you still haven’t forgiven?

Is there a way to forgive easily?

I would love to hear it from you.

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