Pulled tight
Heart slumped in the middle
The strain is too great
It feels so like dead babies
If only I could sleep through fall
And wake up in winter
Making the strain nothing
But a distant memory
-Saschia
Ouch
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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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