A place where you can be human.
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
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 on 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. View more posts
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It can be emotionally draining, trying to hold on to something or someone that you prize so highly. Very poignant and beautifully written.
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Thank you it means so much to hear your compliments and that you can relate means so much more.
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I agree
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🙂 Thank you
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This is beautiful.
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Thank you I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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