✨A Poem ✨
The words to get through
aren’t just a few.
Darkness an old friend
that taught you how to hold your chin.
The teeth in your chest draw blood.
Weekends in
sewing up old wounds.
Take a sip,
and do it all again.
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
Teeth
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Saschia Jayne Johnson is the author of Writer’s Quest: A Triptych. On her free time, she likes to be with her family 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 it was the search that held what was most important; curiosity." Saschia 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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