My Home is Rising

JayneFebruary 16, 2020Poetryanxiety, art, artist, creative writing, dark poetry, Jayne.press, poem, prose, writing

I’m setting my foundation below the surface

Beneath the bulbs

Mingled with tree roots

Over 100 years old

I sit alone and pick and pick

I ride the drunkin boat

And flow in all directions

I wrap myself in gauze

And slip into the silence

I am here

I’m alive

And my home is rising

-Saschia

Published by Jayne

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