The future is bound to my neck
I hold her close and nurture her till the time comes to let her go
The past is bound to my ankle
I don’t live there
I only use what I learned
My core was steady
but childbirth has weakened it
My bones light
buried beneath these layers of skin
My blood trickled on memories
On humans
On dreams
On goes the thumping of my heart
It thumps it thumps it thumps
And like a warrior of no tribe
I wear my stripes
my chin held high
Because the future needs
to be nurtured by a warrior.
-Saschia
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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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