My motivation to write is my family. I write for our future for healing from our past. I write for our dreams and aspirations. I want the best for us. I want for us to grow together and to always share a table. Every word I hope, adds to our growth in spirit and in wisdom.
I love my life and accept that most days I’m not going to check everything off the list and that is ok.
15 more minutes to think
I’ve lost my thought and I need to find it
Just 5 more minutes with my brain
Let me look in the places I’ve forgotten about
If I just think of something else it may come floating back
Bananas
Bananas
Kittens
…
Nope
-Saschia
There are many times I give away my time to write. I give it and give it and give till I’m writing 10 words and starving for solitude. I know I should hang on tighter to my time to write. I should be more demanding but it’s such a slippery thing. It shifts and molds in countless ways. I grip, then I give my last five minutes and I’m left grasping at nothing. I slip away because writing isn’t something that can come or go. I, the writer am coming and going. Writing does not cry without me, I cry without it. I ache and spiral and shift when I’ve strayed too far, but it is always as I left it, blank, unfinished, or completed. But when I return I won’t be exactly the same as I was when I left.
-Saschia On Writing
She sleeps sitting up
Cradled between
two couch cushions
I toss her favorite blanket over her legs
Even though I know she’ll kick it off
She has her hands tucked below her chin and her knees pulled in
I lean in to hug her and kiss her little head covered in brown locks
And tell her I love her
I always hope I contribute to her good dreams
-Saschia
I read the same line 6 times
Then when I tried to leave I backed into my mother’s car
That’s when I decided it was best to stay inside
With the book I’m too tired to read
I stare at the letters and they don’t stare back
The words they have sounds and proper places
But they sit there with no meaning
Not these words here that you’re reading
because they are coming out not going in
It’s the going in part that’s not working.
I’ll try again tomorrow morning.
-Saschia
The days give me thoughts collected over time
The days don’t give me a thing I invested in my tomorrows
I held on to my collection of thoughts and waited for them to double
Thoughts are of no value left inside a head
Write them down think up more and write those down
Save them for tomorrow
-Saschia
There’s worlds full of ideas and stories
There’s worlds and worlds to write about
Going with the flow
Switching from tiny to giant
Until my story is complete
Some of me
some of her
Some of him
Conversations have shrunk into
the weather the news the type of day
those are conversations had with strangers
dense thoughts have been jumbled into submission
behind rage
behind dusty memories
The cure is to listen
to pique some interests
then
wait and see if the conversations grow
-Saschia
A life is best lived when it’s full of snuggles
When it’s wrapped with hugs on bad days
and smothered with kisses on other days
Being loved makes life worth living
But loving someone else a gift that keeps on giving
-Saschia
