Forest Baby

Branches slap her skin

She runs through the place

Like it’s her own

She’s lost but she just keeps going

Webs tickle her nose

And a thousand baby spiders crawl under her clothes

She’s a forest baby This is her home

-Saschia Johnson

 

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Been working on editing my collection of poetry and figuring out the best way to promote and sell it. Very exciting and very stressful. Definitely learning a lot. yay!

 

Published by Jayne

Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

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