What is Worth Fighting For?

There should only be a few things

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If you allow it too much to fall into your bucket of things worth fighting for you’re going to get off track from your true calling. It’s easy to end up fighting battles that aren’t yours to fight. For me, there are only three things I think are worth fighting for, relationships as in my family and friends, my dreams, and being honest about my truths. Anything outside of that, is a distraction or entertainment.

I want my family and friends to have a life where they grow up knowing their worth, their voice, and what they bring to the table. I want to bring those things into their lives. In the past I did drop the ball on those things but I have rebuilt myself so many times that the only thing I want to bring into their presence from here on out is encouragement, empowerment, support and what ever else goes with loving them unconditionally.

My dreams have been my only reason to get out of bed. I lean on them. My hope is that my dreams will outlive me. What else is better to have in our darkest times than hope in our dreams?

I was a quiet girl. Sometimes I was a coward to keep the peace. Sometimes I blew up because I kept my mouth shut too long. I’ve made a lot of mistakes by not being honest about my feelings and about who I am as a person. Sometimes I even say things I don’t mean when someone treats me as if I’m worthless. And for those inappropriate things I’ve said, I’m sorry. I reacted and I shouldn’t have. I understand some things I have said can’t be taken back, but I will show you with my actions that I didn’t mean them. Please know, everyday I push myself to be honest about how I really feel. Everyday I try to explain why I’m angry, sad, or quiet. I’m not out here trying to be malicious with my honesty. I’m not using my honesty to prove to you that I can say things that are going to upset you. I’m honest because I know it’s my best option.

Those are my priorities. Those are the things I want to focus on. What are your top three priorities in life. I’d love to hear them.

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Butterflies

Butterflies are set free from her mouth,

the way none-sense usually is.

You see, she’s the type to speak before she thinks,

a quality others admire most about her.

Thousands of butterflies escaped

and filled the room.

Her mouth hung open.

Not word bounced off the walls,

only thoughts and butterflies.

-Saschia

 

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Escape

I did it again

I thought about sleep more than my writing

If life could be full of sleep and cupcakes oh what a life it would be

Of course in this life my body couldn’t handle it

But maybe somewhere out there people survive on sleep and cupcakes

Maybe they keep a batch next to their bed

And they never get fat

And they aren’t bed ridden

They just like to sleep and every sleep is satisfying

I’d call it “Napsand Cupcakeica”

It’ll be great.

❤ Saschia

Stitched Together

From time to time I think of you

From minute to minute you cross my mind

From hour to hour I’m lost in our fantasies

If I stopped I might lose you

So I leave myself little reminders

Moons and doors

and stars as big as your eyes

The truth is I don’t need reminders

But they bring me closer to you

-Sasch

Threshold

I crossed the threshold.

It took some time.

I paced the door

looked in the key hole

I even tested the handle

then finally, I crossed the threshold

only to find another hall

full of a hundred more wonky doors

This is a nice hall

I hall worth resting in

I’ll test some more doors tomorrow

 

-Sasch

Seasons of solitude Or Seasons of hell

Is It?

What did you sign up for?

Did you get it?

Did you get the thing you signed up for?

Does anyone get the thing they sign up for?

 

We see

We watch on in excitement

waiting for our turn

waiting to have a place

a wife a husband

waiting for the acceptance letter

the membership

the friendship

is it better than you dreamed?

is it anything you could have ever imagined?

Is it what you signed up for?

 

❤ Saschia

 

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