I kept him sacred

I circled him

finding his flaws In every inch of my poetry

I don’t touch him because

he’s my own sacred shrine

untouched by human artists

Untouched by the words of man

Only to be described in silence by the divine

Whether you believe in that type of thing

or not

he’ll tell you to believe and behind him

I’d nod, yes, conflicted

I want him as my own

but I want the world to know this sacred

feeling I can’t afford to lose.

-Saschia Johnson

 

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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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