A place where you can be human.
✨A Poem✨
The words of God 🦞
written on the walls of 🦞
ships beneath the ocean’s 🦞
foaming white crests. 🦞
The peace at sea is 🦞
the movement of the breeze 🦞
and the way the water rocks and sways.🦞
Something about an old boa 🦞
that just puts me at ease.🦞
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Underneath this full moon
bare to the bone
life found me and dragged me out
The moon shined down and
illuminated the path
home
where I write and write and
I read new poems
-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Hair full of salt 🦞
and a mind filled with dreams. 🦞
Writers did that to me. 🦞
The sea rushed from between their lips 🦞
and filled my mind 🦞
with all the possibilities 🦞
I didn’t know were there. 🦞
Saschia 💫Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
A bunch of breaths
A locked journal
and a lost key
Who knows?
Does it matter who knows?
Kiss the air
Let it go
Take the ride of a lifetime
whether you’re together
or alone
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Through the looking glass
there’s art staring back.
Through the forest
there’s music.
We are gifted with possibility
and at the same time
we’re gifted fear.
Which one wins you over?
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The sidewalks passes by below my feet.
It doesn’t lead to the finish line
but it will take me most of the way.
There’s the usual cracks and bottle caps,
gum wrappers and gum that lost their stick.
A breeze blows blades of grass across my feet
and into the road.
It’s just a stroll
but it’s taking me places.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
I tried.
I dragged myself through it.
I put one foot in front of the other
and then I stopped because
the race was over.
The prize was won,
only I didn’t want the prize anymore.
I knew exactly what I wanted;
everything I had before I tried.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
✨A Poem✨
Inside the tomb
of a sleeping man
was evidence of
something none of us
had ever seen
but we have felt
the fire that burns us
from the inside
and lifts our old bones
from the stone
ready to breathe
a tummy full of air
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The wiggling up my spine
with a mind the shifts and alters
before the checks and balances
grounded footsteps toward peace
or home
or something I have yet to name
Day by day feels like
only a day away but
it feels like consistency too
Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
✨A Poem✨
The world turns upside-down sometimes
and shakes those loose coins from your back pocket.
Maybe they were weighing you down
or you owed them somewhere.
Maybe the whole floor-to-ceiling thing is favor.
Could be a favor for you.
Some people like to shake things up a bit.
I’m not one of those people.
Give me the soft blanket gifted to me decades ago
fraying at the ends,
and the same dark corner
where goodness comes to visit
after the sun sets
and that’s all I need.
Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson
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