My nose is cold
Like a cat’s
But not wet
I just want to wrap up in blankets
And sleep for hours
Without interruption
Closed eyes
Are my best option
When it comes to
using what time I’ve got
-Saschia
Cold Nose
Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:acceptance, anxiety, art, creative writing, depression, Poetry, prose, 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 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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