✨A Poem✨
The petals unfold
to reveal
everything
she’s been waiting for.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
A place where you can be human.
✨A Poem✨
The petals unfold
to reveal
everything
she’s been waiting for.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
💫A Poem 💫
She lifts her brown eyes to the sky,
thanks the ancestors for their strength,
and the marks they left on her DNA
in the best way.
Each step is a reminder that
she’s been gifted their legacy
to honor and carry on
in her own divine way.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
This sea pebble
crossed oceans
and landed at your feet.
A fish may have licked it
or maybe a star fish danced across it
but right now, in this moment,
that same pebble is in your world
and you get to decide
what to do with it.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The thing about being human
is that the power we have can’t be measured
by tests or science
it takes a great deal of
walking in the dark.
I find hands sometimes, though,
and they help when it gets scary
or sad
We are all in this they say
and sometimes it feels like just that
but other times it can feel like we’re all alone.
The trick is to find a hand or
share a hand
and hang on until one of you is ready
to let go.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
💫A Poem💫
Returned to the chest
after their first breath
It’s a boy
and he has returned
to seek out the light
and when he finds it,
he’ll find home.
-Saschia 🌹Jayne 🌹 Johnson
💫A Poem💫
She bends down to look for
napping bees.
Instead she finds a door
to some place she always
hoped was real.
It’s as real as beach waves
on a warm summer evening.
-Saschia ✨Jayne ✨ Johnson
💫A poem💫
Arms stretched toward the ancient sky
a hum beneath her toes
time to let it all go
and bare it all
underneath the light
of this full moon.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Gradually rising
frustration
poured into the present
because the present feels better
than anywhere else.
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
A row of stitches
a million new stories written
in the sky. If only
they were on paper,
so I could remember them all.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
💫A poem 💫
My mind twists and turns
and runs around on
thoughts of you.
Late night kisses
sealed without guilt
into the
wrinkles of time.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson