✨A Poem✨ the sun rose and set while I lost myself in worlds not so distant from own Maybe someday I’ll be there making footprints in the sand -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
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Spoon Full of Sugar
✨A Poem✨ I dipped my hands in soapy water and sunk into Venus who whispered all the things I’d love to hear: In the middle of it all, in the dark when I feel alone, and in the light when I feel lighter than air. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Out?
✨A Poem✨ Bare bones clatter against the sidewalk a few cards from the deck left as bread crumbs that lead deeper into the maze Who knew this was the way out? Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Zapped
✨A Poem✨ Beneath her fingertips she held the greatest gift ever given. Her core illuminated with joy and she had enough energy to see the world come alive one more time. She’s not looking for anyone to save her but connection feels nice. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Human Maze
✨A Poem ✨ Inside the human maze are locked doors and doors left wide open with a million different versions of you that have not yet tasted the sun They shift and move and play peek a boo grow and shrink and turn you sideways and right side up. You and only you hold allContinue reading “Human Maze”
Showing Up
✨A Poem ✨ This heart beats bare against the wood floor letting my insides guide me through the garden and connects me to something I can’t name There’s no answers here The only reflection is you Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Liberation
✨A Poem✨ self expression still works with your eyes closed wiggle your toes and put your feet up it’s time to let the words liberate you. -Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Shine Your Light
✨A Poem✨ So close I could feel your heartbeat but so far I wouldn’t know where you are Include some clues shine your light smile toward the sky so I can find you Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
New Testament Needle
✨A Poem✨ Let things go to thread the needle. It’s just you that the world needs. Not your successes. Not your pretty smile. Just you. That’s enough. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Pink Fruit
✨A poem✨ Liking my lips pink pineapple juice drips down my palm and down my arm the pain of knowing is the only thing you’ll find up my sleeve but there’s so much life here so I cut pink pineapples and capture the sweet fleshy notes Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
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