Stretched too thin
I stiffen
My skin hard as rock
My mind static as a telephone in the wind
I rest in a fetal shape as
Waters rush around me
A let them
I let them rush a by
til my brain gets better service
And my skin softens again
-Saschia
Softened
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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 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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You are in the fetal position
trying to take cover from pain
it is difficult but not impossible
self-love to keep being sane.
Sounds you are hard as a rock
in a way, you feel this to hurt
and once more want to be soft
I’m not able to promise when
but I know you’ll feel flying aloft.
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Thanks for replying. I’m glad I’m able to help a little. 😊
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