Lyme Disease and Lovers

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My fourth chakra swells
and thumps in strange ways

I’ll adjust I’ll adjust I’ll adjust,

it beats at 3am or
just past 10

There is no rhyme or reason
maybe a rhythm but that’s
some other vibration

My mouth howls
for… for… for
the fog to clear

For a moment of art
to come tumbling into my arms

like a lost lover with no where else to turn

there she would sit and stare

until I make her into the masterpiece
she’s been begging for the world to see

-Saschia Johnson

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This was originally posted on Click link to read more poetry by Saschia Johnson

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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