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

The Dance

The walls dance around me

The floors present and safe

Until there’s a gap

Between the floor and my feet

The tea is ready

the carpets are slapped clean

Let me see

Let me see

Ah, the walls waltz a waltz I know

Shall we dance

The walls shift and play

And I scream with delight

And laugh when I’m pulled in too close

When the music fades

I just know I’ll remember how much I’ve always loved to dance

-Saschia

He Is

He is something I want to myself

He is real and innocent

He reminds me of Christmas morning

The moment you unwrap the only toy you asked for

Or that burst of energy you’ve been waiting for since noon

He’s a tight squeeze on a rough day

And just the words you need to hear on good day

He is me

And I am him

A collection of all the things that brought us together

-Sasch