🌹 About Me — Telle Wild Rose
Hi, I’m Shauntell Rohner, though when I write poetry, I go by Telle Wild Rose—a name that bloomed out of both pain and praise.
I’m a poet, survivor, and daughter of the King.
My words were born in the ashes of trauma, addiction, identity confusion, and church hurt. I know what it’s like to feel unseen, unheard, and unsure if healing is even possible.
But Yahweh met me there.
i operate as a prophetic healer-scribe, writing under the anointing of knowledge, wisdom, and mercy — a bridge between people’s pain and God’s restoration
✨ R.I.S.E. with Yahweh
R.I.S.E. with Yahweh is more than a ministry—it’s a poetic movement for women of faith everywhere.
Whether you’re 16 or 60, city or countryside, single or married, young believer or seasoned saint—this space is for you.
Through poetry and storytelling, I create a space where women can Reflect, Inspire, Surrender, and Emerge—whole, loved, and seen by God.
My words are not meant to fix you but to walk beside you, to pray with you, and to remind you of who you already are in Him.
You are not beyond God’s reach.
You are not disqualified.
You are deeply, wildly loved.
✝️ “He brought me up also out of a horrible pit... and set my feet upon a rock.” — Psalm 40:2
🌿 Why I Write Poetry
When I first started walking with Jesus, I didn’t have mentors or discipleship.
So I learned in the quiet—through journaling, tears, and poems whispered between me and God.
He became my Teacher, my Comforter, my Corrector.
And out of that intimate space, R.I.S.E. with Yahweh was born.
My poetry became my prayers.
My journals became testimonies.
And my pain became purpose.
Now, I write so no woman has to walk alone like I did.
I write to offer a safe place for healing, for honesty, and for rediscovering God’s love in every scar and story.
Like the phoenix, I rise—
Not in my own strength,
but in His grace.
🖋️ Why I Write for the Overlooked
I am a poet of the margins and a storyteller for the unseen.
My work centers the bodies, hearts, and minds the world often overlooks—
fat bodies, dark skin, hairy arms, neurodivergent minds, scarred souls, poor girls with holy callings.
Why?
Because I’m one of them.
And I believe God’s love is not reserved for the polished or the praised—it’s poured out for the pierced, the plump, the peculiar, the poor in spirit.
With every poem I write, my prayer is simple:
That my words would be balm for broken hearts.
That through my poetry, women everywhere will remember—
You are seen. You are chosen. You are loved.
— ✍🏾 Telle Wild Rose (Shauntell Rohner)
Poet • Healer • Daughter of the King
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