The Blog of Ro Mae Allen: November 2018

A Gift of Red

Rhea stares at the dark interior of her car, but no matter how much she turns the key, nothing starts. Her car is dead, and now Rhea is stranded in the middle of nowhere. Her grandmother is dying, and Rhea has traveled a long way to see her. The airplane was late to arrive and late to take off, and now her rental car is dead in the middle of this road.

She can’t even call anyone. Rhea left her apartment in such a hurry that she didn’t even think about charging her phone beforehand. Or grabbing her charger to take with her.

Rhea hasn’t even seen her grandmother in years, and she tries not to feel too guilty about that, but it’s hard to fight down the feeling when she’s so close to her destination and now stuck.

Well, to hell with that. Rhea gets out of the car and pops open the hood, looking to see if she can spot the problem. Maybe she can fix it on her own, and get the damn car started again. A few minutes later, though, Rhea slams down the hood in frustration. The battery’s dead.

Looks like there’s no choice for Rhea except to walk the rest of the way. She isn’t familiar with this area or

this state at all, but the GPS had shown that from this point on she only had about twenty miles left to go before finally reaching the hospital. Rhea can walk that far. She just hopes that she’s not too late.

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A wolf howls in the woods. A woman in a red hoodie struggles to reach her dying grandmother in time. She has two paths to choose between.

A modern take on the classic fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood". Rhea hopes that she can visit her ill grandmother, but her car’s broken down and she has a long, dark walk through the woods first in order to reach the hospital. Will she make it there safely, and who (or what) awaits her? Find out in this supernaturally thrilling short story! You’ll be waiting on pins and needles to see how this tale ends!

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In This Place

In this place is all of me. My thoughts, wishes, hopes, and dreams.
My laughter, joy, tears, and sorrow. A journey of inner struggles, triumphs, and defeat.
This is the first volume of my collection of poetry.

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Want a copy of all of my poetry/songs put together and edited? Then check out In This Place on Amazon for the first year's anthology here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HGNYB9D.

All the Doors

Prologue

It’s nighttime.

For some girls, that means getting into bed happily and quickly falling asleep. For me, that’s when I pull the covers up over my head and lie perfectly still, while I struggle to hear anything over the pound, pound, pound of my heartbeat. Hoping that I’ll hear nothing. Fearing (knowing) that I will.

I don’t cry, I don’t scream. Not anymore. I only lie here and wait for my bedroom door to click open.

What does one see through the eyes of innocence? This is a simple take of a childhood full of pain and sadness. What can a child do when their door opens every night?

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Stepstones

Don’t try to do it all at once
Make yourself slow down a bit
I know that it’s hard sometimes
That you don’t feel like getting up
That sometimes things can be
So rough

Still, nothing can ever be gained
By trying to do everything at once
You’ve got to take care of yourself
Break it up, take your time, even
If the slower route takes your
Whole life

If you’re more used to doing small
Bits at a time, then you’ll never feel
Bad for only being able to do one
Thing at a time, your body needs to
Rest and relax once in a while
You know

Sometimes, you'll still feel like you Aren't doing enough, nothing's moving And it's okay to push now and then Just don't ever forget that you can Pause and let yourself recharge and Rest now

Masks

Tonight, we say the words
We hope and wish for something
More

Nothing ever happens or changes
Amnesty always comes too late
Less

Put on the mask once again
Play the monster and the villain
Wrong

Lead the charge and run into battle
Cry out for the lesser fortunate
Brave

Watch the world pass you by
Everyone else living their lives
Truth

For Me

Need to break free, break free
Let it go, everything
Got to make it on my own now
Finally learn to fight for me

In my darkest times
There’s no one around me
No one to call out my name and
Tell me that everything will be okay

That’s alright, though, ‘cause I
Don’t need anyone else to hold
My hand and carry me anymore
I can stand on my own two feet

Need to break free, break free
Let it go, everything
Got to make it on my own now
Finally learn to fight for me

Feel the stress lift from my shoulders
Take a deep breath of clean air
Hold my head up high, knowing
That I’m doing my very best again

Sometimes, I’m still weak, want
To lie in bed and cry all day, so I do
The next morning, though, I get up again
Try again and try again, for no one else but me

Need to break free, break free
Let it go, everything
Got to make it on my own now
Finally learn to fight for me

11.10.2018

“I don’t know everything, and I never want to. Imagine already knowing everything that there is to find out. You’d never learn anything new ever again. Never feel wonder or satisfaction at discovering something. Imagine how boring that kind of life would be.”