A place where you can be human.
✨A Poem✨
In a dark room
a wooden table held a scroll that unrolled to reveal
nothing but two dotted lines.
No one could read it.
No one was signing.
The show still went on.
The scrolls wrapped round and round them
anyway
Some might call it
a scroll cocoon.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Inside the quiet part of my mind
it’s the books stacked high and spread
across the table that I long for
most.
Hours to think
and wonder
and read the thoughts of all the thinkers
who ever took the time to write something down
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem ✨
The sun rises and sets.
The moon disappears and returns on it’s own time.
My smile shows up
and my sadness comes for a visit.
Good food comes and goes.
All signs of a beautiful life.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem ✨
Glints of joy
days filled with smiles
the magnetic pull of a lover
and the kind of laughter that
bubbles up from a chest
filled with pain
it’s all human you know
it’s healing too
Do more of that.
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
The little girl who made me a mama graduated from high school today, and I am so infinitely proud of her and all the things she’s accomplished over the years. She faces the world every day, even when she’s scared. Even when it seems like nothing else could go wrong, she shows up, and you know what? Everything works out, every single time. She makes good choices, and I’m proud of her for that.
I love you, baby girl! Keep shining bright.
✨A Poem✨
Lost in a daze
before the screen.
Words swim through my brain
until a thin woman is seen.
Who is this woman who
keeps appearing in my dreams?
It’s the recurring dreams
that feel so weird
like we’ve met a million times before.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
“One more day,”
she whispers.
“I’ll live the life I dream
when I’m done.”
“One more day,”
she begs.
“I still want to live
the life I dream”
“One more day,”
she says.
“I’m doing exactly what I have
always dreamed.”
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Coffee brewed
hair straight
zoomed from point A
to dreaming of a date
licked the words off his lips
there wasn’t even much to say.
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The sky glitters
before my eyes
while I drive home
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem ✨
I’m not always looking for a great story
but always finding one
right in front of me
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
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