Rebecca Hope Rouston : Writing

February Fourth.

February Fourth.

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


In five days, I will have five years sober. Perspective from 2019.
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy.

Self-Fulfilling Prophecy.

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


Dude, you're so fn cool. Love you.
Under the Covers

Under the Covers

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


I feel like we’re speaking from a place of shame and fear. Just scared little kids in our beds, under the covers. Cold, alone, still waiting all..
How I did it

How I did it

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


Hypothetical perspective of the adulterer.
After All These Years

After All These Years

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


I became everything you wanted me to beAnd I did it all without you hereFour years, seven years, nearly tenBut saying hello felt different this timeI ..
Window

Window

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


Imposter syndrome
This is My Approach

This is My Approach

A Story by Rebecca Hope Rouston


I'm borderline and I'm an alcoholic.No matter what anyone says, they can't take that away from me.I used to believe I was burdened or cursed because o..
I am.

I am.

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


Thank you writerscafe. You've always been there like a journal. Even in my absence, I always could turn back to read how far I've come.
everyone.

everyone.

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


i can't say how i feelbecause everytime i doi hurt someone
Don't Look At Me.

Don't Look At Me.

A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston


language isn't in the wordsso i cry with my eyes closednothing ever sounds righta language you should knowi shouldn't feel this scaredsend to hell any..

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