A place where you can be human.
✨A Poem✨
I tried.
I dragged myself through it.
I put one foot in front of the other
and then I stopped because
the race was over.
The prize was won,
only I didn’t want the prize anymore.
I knew exactly what I wanted;
everything I had before I tried.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Inside the tomb
of a sleeping man
was evidence of
something none of us
had ever seen
but we have felt
the fire that burns us
from the inside
and lifts our old bones
from the stone
ready to breathe
a tummy full of air
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The wiggling up my spine
with a mind the shifts and alters
before the checks and balances
grounded footsteps toward peace
or home
or something I have yet to name
Day by day feels like
only a day away but
it feels like consistency too
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The world turns upside-down sometimes
and shakes those loose coins from your back pocket.
Maybe they were weighing you down
or you owed them somewhere.
Maybe the whole floor-to-ceiling thing is favor.
Could be a favor for you.
Some people like to shake things up a bit.
I’m not one of those people.
Give me the soft blanket gifted to me decades ago
fraying at the ends,
and the same dark corner
where goodness comes to visit
after the sun sets
and that’s all I need.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Gentleness
danced with me today
The gift of life
pounded in my chest
like the words of a poet
lost too soon
What is this
gentle life that calls me?
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
I tasted life today
with my entire tongue
and sank into the seat
I placed under the sun
I didn’t crave the moon
but it came any way.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Poof!
Feathers danced in the wind
a celebration
of darkness
or is it light?
It’s home.
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨💫A Poem💫✨
Here we stand together
wrapped between sheets
lips to lips
with words between kisses
hoping we get this right
only thing is
we can’t get this wrong because
this is living
this is life.
Hang on tight.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem ✨
James Joyce haunts me
on the back porch.
I pinch myself.
He joins my dreams
and grasps my hand
letting me know
I’m not alone in this world I built
of words.
Could have been someone else,
any other writer,
any other professor of life,
and maybe it was,
but I saw Joyce.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨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
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