Family The reason to keep going Why I wake up early And head to bed late I love my family ♡Saschia
Category Archives: Poetry
Heartbeats
From moment to moment There’s these spaces in between They are the heartbeats The lifeline leading From moment to moment The repetitive beats are often disregarded left to be automatic But it’s not that moment you’ve been waiting for that’s so amazing It’s all the beats that come together over time to make these momentsContinue reading “Heartbeats”
Please Let Me Sleep
The house is quiet and cold I’m too tired to push the keys Too awake to sleep Hoping for some relief. Maybe sleepy sleep Or to be awake enough to push the right keys Sasch
Is It?
What did you sign up for? Did you get it? Did you get the thing you signed up for? Does anyone get the thing they sign up for? We see We watch on in excitement waiting for our turn waiting to have a place a wife a husband waiting for the acceptance letter theContinue reading “Is It?”
Show Some Teeth
We smile and keep it short No one wants to bring anyone down So we smile and keep it short We quickly share recipes And pictures of our babies And smile some more The truth is I don’t know what else to talk about anymore So I just smile ♡Saschia
But a Dream
Cloudless The blue blue The trees bend left and right Left and right Could this be? Could this be what I’ve waited for No popped balloons But the colors have returned No confetti to sweep But still a celebration erupts Hand in hand Dreams begin ♡Saschia
Maybe?
We pay so much Not just with the paper dollar We pay with our time And our awareness We pay with our dreams our love our bodies There’s got to come a time When we start saying no We’re not paying anymore ♡Saschia
The steam around me is hardly noticed my feelings cooped in the shed that came with our backyard I take breaths I feel the shower and take in that very moment it feels so good to breathe without a worry My head rests against the wall and I think of how hard it is toContinue reading
It’s Time to Write
It’s time to write to jog my brain and look for the unsaid unsaid, not as in never voiced by another human but unsaid as something I have yet to release a secret a hiding truth that may explain my behavior this, this is my therapy I need it and so that’s why it’s timeContinue reading “It’s Time to Write”
Wanderers
Disconnected Left to figure it out “Things will come together” We say with a smile. But there’s always that one lonely sock. ♡ Saschia
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