The Good Fight

I’m tired

I continue to sacrifice sleep

And the tired is getting to me

Getting tired of being mature

Of being conscious

Of being awake

It’s tiring to focus on my own growth

To focus on the development of my character

Especially, when I’m just too tired

But we do it, right

We continue the trudge

The good fight

Because life without a fight

Is just dead and we aren’t dead

So fight

And keep fighting

-Saschia

Nothing but Human

Walls cluttered with the sex I hid myself in

Heart so full I forgot about myself

Mind so conflicted nothing mattered

I kicked the pedestal and let myself get lost in immorality

The mortal in me forgotten

Until I fell face first by the hands of men I never trusted

That’s when I lost respect for your rules

That’s when I gained respect for myself

A far fall a slow rise

-Saschia

Weary Girl

It may seem I’m falling away

I probably am

My stomach aches

My mind hurts from my own roaming eyes

From shards slipped between each fold

I can promise you I really don’t want to

Fall away, that is

But this shift is making me uncomfortable

This unreliability scares me

Deep deep in my bones

And so I refocus on being the constant

In my own life

Which makes me busy

And sleepy

-Saschia