The morning crawled into my nose
and filled my chest
then continued to my legs
til I had to throw the covers off
some people grind harder than me
some sleep through their dreams
til their last breath
I’m shamefully somewhere in the middle
❤ Saschia
In the Middle
Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:amwriting, anxiety, art, depression, dreams, goals, life, motherhood, writers life, writing
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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. View more posts
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