We’re becoming something
Our tip toeing toward
new beginning
I just know
We’re gunna make it
I can see it in the horizon
A flag-no, a Phoenix
Flames
feathers
calls from the wild
Just keep hanging on
We’re almost there
-Saschia
Hope
Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:anxiety, creative writing, depression, hope, photography, poem, positivity, pure imagination, purpose, sunset
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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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Great poem 🙂
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Thank you 😊
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