Ah the doors open
and wonder flows in
like a late menstrual cycle
from a woman who demanded a life of freedom
The imagination grows like vines inside
grasping everything in it’s web
don’t save from this dream
I don’t want to wake up yet
❤ Saschia
Look It Up
Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:anxiety, creative writing, depression, dreams, imagination, life, poem, pure imagination, 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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Immediate thoughts:
Wouldn’t a menstrual flow travel outward and not inward?
Also:
I like the last four lines quite a bit, but I can’t help but feel there’s more that you want to say.
Nitpick:
Don’t forget to watch your apostrophes. 😉
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Lol into my brain but out of somewhere. The point is that’s its anxiously awaited. Flow is flow no matter which way it’s going.
There’s always more to say. But that’s where I finished maybe I’ll add more in the future.
I also forgot to put the me in save me. Lol. I just gotta get it right out sometimes so I can have something written for the day. I lose sleep if I don’t write something even if its terrible.
😊😊
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Oh Yes! Thank you for the feedback
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