It was a numb day
Distant from my own thoughts and worries
The next sentence didn’t plague me
It didn’t even whisper
I like when it whispers
You’d think this busyness would be freeing
But, it just made me miss my own thinking
♡Saschia
Numb Day
Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:anxiety, art, creative writing, depression, free verse, poem, writing
Published by Jayne
Saschia Jayne Johnson is the author of Writer’s Quest: A Triptych. On her free time, she likes to be with her family 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 it was the search that held what was most important; curiosity." Saschia works daily on 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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