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!
For or against. To or fro. Into the mist I must go. Freedom effusing Where fear resides. Dimly diffusing Light through sighs Of relief. Hidden away. Cloaked in leaves Of muster and decay. Fighting for breathe, Humidity the mis(d)t Of tears and death As fear faces his Greatest foe. A heart unleashed, Invigorated by low... Continue Reading →
What once was a spark of an engine that propelled me out of unhealthy situations is now burning out of control and threatens to consume me whole. Anger, a defining quality? A tool to protect and build boundaries? Yes, but heavy boundaries, weights on my soul, barriers to forgiveness. What else has this rote defensive... Continue Reading →
Ronald Regan and I left the hospital on the same day. While my trip was for entry into this horrific mess and his was for surving a political murder, the irony is not lost on me. I wasn’t at Water Reed, receiving the best care available. I was born in WV, already tainted in... Continue Reading →
I can’t breathe, I whispered to myself, again, for the hundredth time that hour. What was it about today? What was it about yesterday? Or every day since mom got sick. I am strong, and confident, and intelligent, yet you could not convince my psyche of that in anyway shape or form right now. How... Continue Reading →