Rebecca Hope Rouston : Writing

February Fourth.

February Fourth.

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


In five days, I will have five years sober. Perspective from 2019.
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy.

Self-Fulfilling Prophecy.

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


Dude, you're so fn cool. Love you.
How I did it

How I did it

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


Hypothetical perspective of the adulterer.
Window

Window

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


Imposter syndrome
I am.

I am.

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


Thank you writerscafe. You've always been there like a journal. Even in my absence, I always could turn back to read how far I've come.

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