Seasons

I sank into a picture perfect fantasy

But now,

The memories are flooding back

The habitual reminders

Of why I stopped fighting

Why I slowly loosened my grip

Why

I let go

I clinched my empty fists

And off went the leaf from my branch

It descended in a less elegant manor than I saw in my dreams

But fell just the same

-Saschia

Under The Knife

Fear’s shadow lingers in the crack below the door

I keep that door locked

Even though sometimes it swings wide open

I pace by it from time to time

But I don’t even touch the handle

I hate to twiddle my thumbs

While I think up the worst case scenario

I don’t even like to talk about it

But maybe if I share

You’ll see it too

and then

In front of our eyes

The door will disappear

-Saschia

Fear is healthy and normal but it’s not meant to control your entire life.