Where Life and Genres Collide
Water broken. White belly borne. Tide has chosen Dusk or morn’. Crashing, Crushing Rock to sand. Sea, the boss. The bitch, the land. Which am I? And who are you? Horizons broken In shades of blue. Sea, the boss As clouds descend, Mountains crumble And waves upend. Moon arrises softly, Stately, No big show. Gently... Continue Reading →
Seven AM on Sunday, No where to go but on. Wishing away the Monday’s That’ll never be gone. Holding on to warmth Simeltaniously sipping Prayers and drags of worn Courage.
Welcome to the online home of author, Rachel Propst and Heart On Her Sleeve.
Just like my own home, this online forum is a reflection of the dichotomous runway of life, achieving individual balance, autonomy, and spiritual success. I say, “Welcome.”
I am a jack of all trades and a master of two. Commenting on and curating the experiences of womanhood in the twenty-first century.
There is no one size fits all path in life. Writing is no different. Here you will find a world where life and genres collide to create a tapestry of self-care, human exploration, self-discovery, and bravery.
Passionate about human connection, each of act of writing looks at the psyche and its broader affects on our lives and choices.
This beautifully unexpected journey has created the opportunity for me to discover dynamic archetypes in the most unlikely places.
Please enjoy, engage, explore and use this site as it fits your needs. I can’t wait to hear from you!
Curtains shut, shading bluePretending to divide by hueFirst class from economy.A sheer and drifting dichotomy Barely masks a long-held truthAs stenches, noises float on throughTo make discomfortable and warnOur best attempts are just as worn As that tired curtain, floating blueLays bare a world that’s inside you.Uncomfortable with pain and selfAnd all a lot in... Continue Reading →
Anxiety, wraps me in her nest, Feeds me well, and takes my rest. Trying always for a breathe. Suffocated half to death. Anxiety, spreading feathered wings, Rocks me back and forth and sings Of highest heights never reached; Set her off and let her preach. Anxiety, feeding worms to me. Never ever stops to see... Continue Reading →
In a dark room sits two chairs. As I meet an old friend there, On one I sat and held my breathe Looking square in the face of death. Death of dreams, and death of life, Death of expectations flown to heights Old and new, black and white This old friend came into sight. “You’re... Continue Reading →
Victories in many forms On the wings of morning borne. What’s today and what’s tomorrow When we beg, steal and borrow Joy for now and peace for then. Oh I hear the cries of men, “Trade us pain for your sorrow! If not now, then please tomorrow.” Take your peace and trade it down To... Continue Reading →
