We are enough we are smart enough and driven enough we can filter through the lies and navigate through the storm we are strong and capable of so many things lets keep going we can do this ❤ Saschia
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Summer Mornings
4:30 stomach ache fizzy drink dreams dreams dreams meek confident sleepy girl dreams dreams dreams ❤ Saschia Another day another poem Look It Up
Words
In the morning I hope they come to me After reading I wait them out While I’m showering I think about them With a blank screen I beg them to unfold In the end I just place one in front of another ♡Saschia
External Drivers
She curls her legs in from the cold Her blanket isn’t long enough for her legs to stretch out there’s ping in her shoulder for normal people that would be a bother for her it is a sign of hard work it brings her hope for a real bed and a bigger blanket -Saschia
Look It Up
Ah the doors open and wonder flows in like a late menstrual cycle from a woman who demanded a life of freedom The imagination grows like vines inside grasping everything in it’s web don’t save from this dream I don’t want to wake up yet ❤ Saschia Little purple person
A Tidbit on Mindfulness
The feeling of self-righteousness crosses my mind before and/or after I tell myself I’m just not pretty enough anymore. At first thought, I do think that I could do it better than some other human out there and those thoughts are often exchanged with my insecurities. At times, I have to say to myself, “Okay,Continue reading “A Tidbit on Mindfulness”
Hope
We’re becoming something Our tip toeing toward new beginning I just know We’re gunna make it I can see it in the horizon A flag-no, a Phoenix Flames feathers calls from the wild Just keep hanging on We’re almost there -Saschia
In the Middle
The morning crawled into my nose and filled my chest then continued to my legs til I had to throw the covers off some people grind harder than me some sleep through their dreams til their last breath I’m shamefully somewhere in the middle ❤ Saschia
Distant
the grand father clock stopped ticking I feel so distant and out of touch the music is still there though i hear it far off in the place I last knew myself ❤ Saschia
Adventure Awaits
The bells are ringing I don’t know what that means though The crows are knocking And bunnies are mumbling So many meanings So much reading So much untaught history to be found To be searched for And 4am is the perfect time If there really is a perfect time ♡Saschia
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