http://slow.writerscafe.org/pturner The original writings of author Paige Turner en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057405 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tell me it's going to be alright. Tell me this isn't it.Tell me I'm not crazy.       Tell me tomorrow is a new day. Tell me this feeling goes away.Tell me I'll recover. Tell me my scars don't show. Tell me I'm safe. Tell me I'll get okay. Tell me my fear is reasonable. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pturner/1697726/ I’m sitting here and I can’t find the words. The things they’ve all sacrificed: comfort, family, life. People disrespect the uniform, what they all stand for. People disrespect the Air Force, the Army, the Marine Corps, the Coast Guard, and the Navy. The wars they’ve all foug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pturner/1665591/ It’s dark here, we’re not sure where we are. It’s cool and very dark, like a starless sky. The texture is rough, firm, and grainy. There are twenty two of us being crushed, there is no room to breathe. The air is thin and dry. We are begging for any kind of moistureDays have now p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pturner/1618633/ Three young women, alone, in a boat. The smell of fresh river water floated in the air. The oldest is paddling, talking with her younger sister, who is fishing for their dinner, but no such luck. The two older women are talking of their lives. Their ‘duties’ as women, getting married, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pturner/1618632/ He trotted along nicely, head at a perfect level. Suddenly, he burst into a gallop. I lost my irons, I pulled at the reins only to fail. He blazed straight for the four foot jump set in the arena. Surely, his injured knee couldn’t take that. No away was I staying on for that ride. I felt his p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pturner/1618628/ I'm not allowed to break. I have to be okay. I can't crack under the pressure. I'm not allowed to cry. Crumbling isn't an option. My scars aren't allowed to show. Here, though, when all I can see is rolling hills, woods, green, and the top of the white steeple of the, old, little white church. W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pturner/1618371/ I am warm, I am cold. I am calm, I am fierce. I am damp, I am dry. I am strong, I am weak. I am invisible, yet you can feel me. I go unnoticed, yet without me, nothing would survive. I travel fast, I travel slow. I am light, never heavy, no one ever carries me. I don’t have pressures, I don&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pturner/1616924/ I see a gust of little white flakes brush against the muddy ground,The thud of her hooves splash mud up onto her knees,  she whips her powerful mane,in this I feel thunder in my chest,  I see loyalty, honor, and strengthyou may see a beast  I see a friend, a home, and a heart. She bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pturner/1616918/ A father’s absence is different than you might think. Some people think nothing of a father leaving his family. As a fatherless child, you learn a lot of things; how to fight, how to grieve, responsibility.  Yet you should also know something about a fatherless child, they don’t tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pturner/1616912/