A place where you can be human.
This thin skin can’t tolerate much
It’s like paper
I used to look for bandaids
I used to wrap up in layers so no one could see
But there’s no poetry in that
And what’s a poet with no poetry
So here I am professing my sadness
My thin skin
And
My desire for more layers
-Saschia
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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