I write because I read. I read because I write.
on the day when her grandchildren will be sitting on her lap asking for the bravest thing she has done, she will be looking back at this moment. she's in no danger. no noise. no death-defying acts. but with peaceful tree-whistles, lullaby-like bird-tunes, embrace-like forest air. and her heart and mind who were both dauntless enough to walk out of a life in… Continue reading Bravest Moment
the thing about sadness is it's like a thick rain cloud clogged inside your throat blocking your breath, your words, even your screams. you want to melt it, get rid of it, but it becomes bigger and bigger choking you further and further. but the thing about sadness is when you finally surrender and bask… Continue reading Cloud of Pain
notice how the verdant blanket look greener after a stormy night, notice how the sun's glorious rays shine extra brighter after a pitch black night, notice how your fragile, fearful heart beats braver after losing a fight. for in failing, in losing, we grow. — 06.06.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash In… Continue reading The Afters
the noisy alarm dings, like the starting bell of boxing, another fight, another day, begins. with the routine task of waking, eating, commuting, working, eating, working, commuting, eating, sleeping, repeat, repeat, repeat, may I not lost my value, my worth, my purpose, my dreams, under the haystack of mundanes in the world of routines, before my… Continue reading Alarm
her feet buried in a deep, deep soil of grief and self-doubt. a larva cocooned so long, afraid to break free, to break out. until the wind of change made her shell dance, wiggle, wriggle, jiggle, wobble, shake, bounce. life's gonna hurt but it's meant to be felt. come out now, free yourself, be brave. — P.S.… Continue reading Buried Deep
Authenticity “In a pool of infinite darkness called life, don’t fear that light glowing beneath surface.” I am more than micro-tales of love or unbearable heartache. I am more than just pretty pictures with shallow words on crinkled paper. I’m not afraid to delve deeper into the human condition and come out the other side… Continue reading Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Sarah Doughty
Tricky Waltz (Inspired by Turning Tables by Adele) Done with bitter blames and self-shames. Tired of turning tables and useless games. She valiantly expose her failures and faults. Alone she will dance gracefully with life’s tricky waltz. — 10.25.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by… Continue reading Tricky Waltz
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QemZQKKJbRU This is my prayer in the desert When all that's within me feels dry This is my prayer in my hunger and need My God is the God who provides This is my prayer in the fire In weakness or trial or pain There is a faith proved Of more worth than gold So… Continue reading Sunday Songs: Desert Song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bq_8dFOXQc The clouds will rain The seasons change (Cause You told them to) The sun will shine Your burning light (Cause You told it to) When You speak your words through my soul So I know it's true You're in control In control In control The stars in the sky will hang there 'til You… Continue reading Sunday Songs: Stars in the Sky
Shine (Inspired by Yellow by Coldplay) Just like the glorious yellow sun, darling, you are made to shine. Remember you’ll not remain hidden among the black-veiled night sky. Darkest evenings can’t stop you from rising, rising oh so high. — 10.24.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In response to November Notes Writing Challenge… Continue reading Shine
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