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✨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✨

The wind will blow

the trees will grow

all the good things will come and go.

I’ll kiss some lips

and hug some friends

have fun conversations til no end

I’ll take life as it unfolds

because I only have a slight idea

of what the

future holds.

-Saschia Jayne Johnson