I have never been Beautiful,
Worthwhile, or wanted,
Every breath, every step daunted,
An outsider looking in,
for when I begin,
Always easy to throw away,
Wishing for the place I can stay,
a prelude to goodbye,
The me just waiting to die,
Without love a child passed around,
The place for me I never found,
A throw away,
Still waiting for someday.
by Rae Rose
My name is Rae Rose and I live in the Pacific Northwest. I have always, always loved stories. I love writing, reading, listening and imaging the words coming to life. My youth was not the happiest and it is not an exaggeration when I say stories saved me more than once.
Every story I tell carries a seed of truth. Mine and of those who were not able to survive. Every story is special and personal to my heart. It is my hope that you enjoy the stories and find comfort, love, and laughter in my words.
*Rae Rose (Paiute, Mayan, Japanese) is a writer based in the Northwest. Follow her @Rae_Rose7