Worlds open and shift
And move into silence
Things look up
We look up
For hope
For dreams
For guidance
Strong arms
Hang tight
While
Grips are loosen
-Saschia
Up up up
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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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I got the sense of being pulled up by a vortex when I read this. And I mean it in a good way. Perhaps your piece is a metaphor for letting go eventually. I don’t know, but it’s surreal, minimalistic and good.
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