Cloudless The blue blue The trees bend left and right Left and right Could this be? Could this be what I’ve waited for No popped balloons But the colors have returned No confetti to sweep But still a celebration erupts Hand in hand Dreams begin ♡Saschia
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Maybe?
We pay so much Not just with the paper dollar We pay with our time And our awareness We pay with our dreams our love our bodies There’s got to come a time When we start saying no We’re not paying anymore ♡Saschia
The steam around me is hardly noticed my feelings cooped in the shed that came with our backyard I take breaths I feel the shower and take in that very moment it feels so good to breathe without a worry My head rests against the wall and I think of how hard it is toContinue reading
Home Alone
Today has been my first day home alone in an empty house. Alone. The only sounds I hear are the washer and the air purifier. It’s musical. When my husband first left with the kiddos I felt like a kid in the candy store. I was rushing around trying to figure out what I wantedContinue reading “Home Alone”
It’s Time to Write
It’s time to write to jog my brain and look for the unsaid unsaid, not as in never voiced by another human but unsaid as something I have yet to release a secret a hiding truth that may explain my behavior this, this is my therapy I need it and so that’s why it’s timeContinue reading “It’s Time to Write”
Wanderers
Disconnected Left to figure it out “Things will come together” We say with a smile. But there’s always that one lonely sock. ♡ Saschia
What is it
The world is untidy It’s a slew of casual dates and discarded marriages Full of people searching for certainty And people who ignore it There’s flies on shit Landing on faces and food We kiss them we eat it And what makes all this chaos beautiful Is love pure love ♥️ Saschia
Lit
A gray cloud of hope escapes my mouth It swirls around my head and seeps into my curls “I want to keep it.” I told my husband. But he didn’t hear me. The moon shines down and trees pass us by “I saw two shooting stars.” He states. But I’m busy trying to smell theContinue reading “Lit”
Word Preference
Words, There’s not enough in English But then again there’s so many it overwhelms me to think of a search Everyday language is what I go for Sometimes I wonder if this really is how I speak normally Other times the flow hits me and my voice pours out from every angle without question ThoseContinue reading “Word Preference”
Too Late
It’s too late I’ve tucked myself between two bed sheets I’ve got work to do But it’ll have to wait Because these sheets got me sleepy ♡Saschia
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