http://slow.writerscafe.org/RoseTree The original writings of author RoseTree en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070298 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am a warrior My weapon of choice is not a swordNot a gunIt's not even wordsMy weapon is my joy I find it in my friends, in my family I find it on the shore, washed in by the wavesI find it on the pavement, left there by heavy rainI build it with my own two handsIt will never stop gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2858501/ Do what you are toldBut I’m scaredIt doesn’t matter, do what you’re toldBut I’m angryIt doesn’t matter, do what you’re toldBut I don’t want toIt doesn’t matter, do what you’re toldBut it makes me feel unsafeIt doesn’t matter, do what you&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2849965/ I am screamingI call my pain and my fear to the windI shout and I cryWhy is no one listeningWhy does no one hearI scream louderI beg and plead for someone to hear mePeople surround meBuffeted from every direction by bodiesNot a single head turnsNot a single person hearsNot a single person listensA s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2849318/ I am surrounded by ghostsI feel them on my skinI see them in the mirrorI taste them in the air around meTheir touches come out of nowhereOne minute there is nothingThen I feel themA brush, trailing down my armA shove against my backA hand around my wristI feel themThese are the ghosts of my pastMemo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2847168/ Everything is such a mess right nowNothing makes sense anymoreI don’t even know who I amIt’s strangeI feel like a monsterHorrific and utterly undeserving of loveOf even basic careYet at the same time, I have never felt so cherishedSo utterly and completely cared forHow can I hold these t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2846835/ There is something inside meIt is howling to be releasedShriekingScreamingImpossible to ignoreI used to be able to silence itA gentle word from a friendA quick slice of a bladeIt would be goneBut it got wiseIt learned how to whisperIts words fill my mind nowI can’t switch them offNo matter how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2846829/ I can’t breathe. The thought shudders through my mind with horrifying certainty. Can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think, not safe. Have to get away. Away from what? A voice not entirely my own asks. A good question, not unreasonable. I cast around for the answer. Can&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2846651/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2846650/ Winter mornings are my favouriteCold and crispClear skies and a sun just peaking above the horizonPerfection.It is a world so full of hopeAnd so empty of peopleAnd painLike I could be anyoneDo anythingI am ruler and subject and watcher, all at onceI feel freeIt comes crashing down all too soonBut th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2846407/ There is an ocean inside meIt is vast and deepIf it has limits, I have yet to find them.On the surface it is warm and full of lifeThe world outside working its magicPeople like the sun, they give lifeThey give loveThey give hopeLike a stone I sinkDeeper and deeperDeeper is colderThe warmth barely ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2846301/ I built myself a houseEach joint carved by handInch by careful inchI built it up around myselfHammered each nailMeasured each plankI built it with my own two handsIt’s only now as I lay hereLooking around, surveying my kingdomThat I realise, this is not a houseI have not built what I thoughtTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2846118/ My mask is old and heavyIntricately carved over the span of my lifeLayer upon layer of paint hides all but the edges of the woodAnd what a piece of wood it isDark and gnarled, no good for anythingBut it is what I had to work withEven now it is covered in rough edgesSplinters a constant risk when wea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2845704/ What is a note?An apology?An explanation?A chance to share the blame?Or maybe to soften the blow?I don’t knowI’ve never written a note beforeThere was never anyone to leave it tooI’m still not convinced that there are this timeBut maybe, just maybeI have people now who’d want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2845447/ I am drowningThe world around me suffocatingI can’t breatheCan’t thinkCan’t moveAround me time passesPeople flow in and out of my visionCaught on the currents that will not let me freeThey seem at peaceContent to be born abreast on the wavesThey have no visible means of breathingSo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2845371/ My joy is my rebellionMy existence an act of defianceI will not bow or crumbleTo a society that deems me lessI will smile and laughI will love myselfThat is my rebellion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2845357/ I am an artistMy skin is my tapestryThrough it I record my battlesMy triumphsMy defeatsMy hopes and fearsDreams and nightmaresDisplayed for all to seeI bare it all, my artI destroy, I createI make something newSomething mineNo one can take it from meSo I don’t stopI carve my worthWith each str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2845147/ I feel warmRight to my coreTo my very soulSunlight in my centreBlanketing my skinI breathe deeply and it fills meI am consumed by heatI am safeI am lovedThe pain is still thereIt will always be thereIt pushes against my mindBut the warmthOh, the warmthIt makes it bearableMakes it only a brushBarely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2845146/ I am a storm in the middle of the seaI screamI howlThe world around me shattering and reforming rapidlyThere is no-one here to see meThey are safe on the shore, unawareSometime a ship will brave my edgesTossed and thrown around by my wind, by my anger and fearThen they reach my centre, the eyeThey b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2844901/ I feel like I’m about to float away.Like a helium balloon that hasn’t been tied down right.I can feel myself slipping, the knot losing its hold.It needs to be pulled tight.ButBalloons don’t have hands.I cannot save myself from this.I think, if no one sees in time, I’m going t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2844899/ What am I?I am redFireRageThe colour of bloodOf power and fearOf sunsets and sunrisesPeaceful ends and new beginningsI am a daffodilBrightWarmA reminder of better things to comeTo soon wilted by the frostThe world not yet ready for my glow, I will returnI am an oceanSoftWarmDark and dangerousYou do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoseTree/2844890/