For friendship, for openness,
for the chance to be true,
for empathy, for relief,
for peace: gratitude.
Author: writersamr (Page 29 of 45)
Confiding in a friend is like shouting – you have to get a bit closer before they really hear you.
my mother says I am impressive.
what does that mean?
I yo-yo between
the ridiculousness of her words
and the incredulity
that she would say something
that she didn’t believe, therefore
it must surely be true.
my mother says I am impressive.
parents are biased.
parents see what they want to see.
parents are wrong sometimes.
but sometimes I still believe her
and want to thank her
for relieving my guilt with her praise.
my mother says I am impressive.
Written on Friday 1st
January, 2016 at 21:50
Last night I had a terrible dream
I can’t remember what happened
but it left a shadow of itself in my
mind, and I know, I just know
my body owes my brain an apology
for all the trouble it has caused
and are you sorry, body, are you
sorry yet?
the wheelchair,
the cobbled street.
happy because –
happy.
No reasons
to be seen.
a stray boy
interacting with
nothing.
filthy hair,
head slumped low
but bobbing with
every guffaw.
Small town poverty,
invisible life.
a semi-stoned
shadow lurching
from side to
side in the
dimming
light.
“I write songs I can’t listen to.” – Professor Green
Me too. I write poems I can’t read.
I want to write poems I can’t read.
They would probably be my best poems.
Gonna wear a tight-fitting dress to a party tomorrow and not even worry about how weird my belly looks cuz I can’t help that there’s a flat bit where my bowel used to be that makes the rest of my belly stick out more so I’m just gonna be comfortable with my post-op / post-cancer body instead of feeling self-conscious, mmkay?
If enough people see your scars
do they get any lighter?
if more people know why
there is a cavity
where your bowel should be
does your stomach stick out
a little less?
Is there power in more pairs
of eyes?
I feel better for being known
a tiny bit better.
I feel stronger for standing
up, validated, vindicated,
now that I have ‘come out’
in a sense, as a person who
has been brave, who has
seen things
no pair of eyes should
have to see. Maybe now
I’ll feel a little more free
too, a little more of a
loose cannon, with no
need for explanation.
I should now already be
justified in anything
I say or do about this.
I only hope those new
pairs of eyes can see
that this is a
terrible, and terribly
important part
of me.
I had an article published on Quiet Revolution! It is:
An open letter to everyone who has ever made me feel like there is something wrong with me—unintentionally or otherwise.
Read it here:
http://www.quietrev.com/portraits/sam-rose/
Hope it is relatable – I’ve had some really nice comments on it already, which is awesome!
