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I looked over the old family scrapbooks last night. I studied how the photos were cut into perfect circles, and the handwriting explaining them in detail was written in excitement. I felt my mother’s love pour out of those books, because that is how your sister made them. That’s the thing about us daughters, we…
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On July 11, 2025, I called out of work. Not because I was sick, but because I was insane, so I got up and started driving. I headed north. It wasn’t just a draw of the soul leading me there; it was instinct. “Welcome to Vermont,” read the sign. I felt my spirit lighten. Unbeknownst…
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The tooth in the back of my mouth is dead. I knew it when the Endodontist winced at the lack of pain I felt as he surged a frozen stick into my mouth. I had cracked it down the middle over time, in my sleep. In August, I moved to Vermont to get back on…
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Run as fast as you can Hold your glory Rewrite your plan Be who you want to be The journey is worth it Just ask me Clean off your mirror Look directly ahead Keep on growing Until the day you are dead
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It’s been some time since pain has brought me to tears. I must admit, while holding onto the throbbing left side of my face, it got me thinking: Where are my other exposed nerves? Here’s one. Like the shooting fire going across my cheek, the tension can sometimes be cut with a knife. I don’t…
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Writer’s block, oh no Tik Tok Tik Tok She’d better write something soon Come hell or high water or High noon Stir your lies with a spoon She sat on your ego The day of your doom I did what I set out to do If you didn’t believe me Then that’s on you
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I wish I could tell her I made it this far Show her how I’ve healed all my scars I want her to see me in this new light The one where my future shines bright She’s who I wanted to be by my side So many years I struggled and tried Maybe my mother…
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Ever been excited to suffer? Me neither. Sorry for assuming your answer, but I’d imagine that suffering is the least sought out part of the human experience. When does it become affective? When its towards growth. Sure, I don’t look forward to the work, exhaustion, change of routine, hours learning, unlearning, and relearning. I never…
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I sit here in the armchair listening to the speaker play a song on repeat. I’ll spare you the reason. My life is a house in progress built by several bricks of experience. I wouldn’t be who I am today had it not been for the pain, suffering, love, joy, and chaos. The whole of…
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Think twice before you run Like Iquoris towards the sun My mind has a mind of its own Sprouts rise from seeds its sown I’ve conquered my psychopathy When I see the mirror, I see me For those who wonder or want to know Yes, I did in fact grow
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Sharon Rose 