Biography
I’m Grace and I write sometimes.
Samples
I wish I could turn all the ugly faulted parts of me into poetry. Maybe then I would be understood. But instead my madness seeps into every frantic movement of my lips. Each word is shrouded by my insecurities. Because vitriol is all I know. I have a tendency to grasp too quickly at falling glass. fragments of the shattered pieces become lodged in my skin. It’s a mistake I can’t stop myself from making. In some ways I was formed like this. Formed to endure the same mistakes. And so were you. We try so desperately to separate from our perceived destiny. but you can’t run from what’s yet to happen. every moment will occur In accordance to the nothingness that prevails. we are no different. we’ve been moulded by fallible people. we are fallible ourselves but faults aren’t irreparable. faulted pasts don’t make faulty people. And all our faults are still redeemable
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Blog entries by Grace Rose
(untitled) (02/10/2017)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/gracerose
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