Farming Character

Our yesterdays linger on the back of my tongue

He’s locked the door again

No one is allowed in but him

And his music and his revenge that sits between his back teeth

I say I don’t feel safe

And I’m sad and I’m scared

But those words fall to the wayside

And so yesterday returns

That stuck feeling

That threatening feeling

My tongue itches so I bite it

And I bite me

And I bite him

A marked beast ready for slaughter

Oh heavens above, am I lost in the wind?

“No,

You are anchored deep in the richness of the earth

Full of flavor

Some seeds fall to wayside

Others are taking root

To return hundredfold, sixty, thirty

-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.

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