Rowan Finley
Bio
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Stories (576/0)
One Decision Different
Aaran opened his front door and saw that the sun had almost set completely. To the shadowy figure on his front step, he warmly welcomed him in, "Come on in. You can hang your coat here." The mysterious figure moved in like a phantom and hung his coat on the rack. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with black, ripped jeans. "Would you like tea or coffee?"
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Armor-Clad
I cannot help but think about how you were seeing someone else the last two Christmas's and I didn't know until this year. Fears confirmed, forever-seared-soul, I still feel the warm, slicing tears. Will you ever fully understand the level of traumatic pain you caused me? Walking around, scarred and weighty, when I used to be carefree. I forgive you, but hell, I'll never forget. I couldn't forget if I tried. Pressing on, I've got to live, and in new hope, abide. There is a lot to be grateful for, but this Christmas feels tainted and sad. When I wake up tomorrow, I've learned my lesson, and I'll be ready, fully armor-clad.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets