Your Wife III

She pokes and prods

Yells and screams

She wants sex

She wants to feel sexy

And dinner out

And he worked

he worked his ass off

But she wants wants wants

And the kids are hungry

And work is calling while they sit at the dinner table

Chicken and salad…. again

He’s glad he got fast food

But now she’s hurt and mad and sad

And needs attention

But he’s tired and she understands

So she cries in the bedroom with the baby

because she knows she’s too much

She wants to be more

To cook better

To look better with her hair and nails done

She nods off

baby on lap

Daughter in bed

Mom in chair

Dad somewhere she hopes is comfortable enough for him to get rest

So maybe just maybe tomorrow

he’ll finally have the energy to put up with her

Maybe he’ll even bring flowers

-Saschia

Returned Energy

I finally feel the energy I’ve craved

I feel this tingle in my toes

Ready to go go go

I want to reach goals

I want to give hope

I feel my strength returning

It gives me the courage to lose

To fail

I’ve burned my backpack full of grief

And pushed life out of me

I am alive

I am free

I am healthy

I am determined to finish building the life I dreamed of.

♡Saschia

Purpose?

The time has come to discuss purpose

Do we all have one when we’re born?

Do we create one?

“The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.” ―Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I am going to say the first thing we should do in life is figure out who we are and with that comes our purpose.

Finding purpose is just coming to accept who you are.

And that is when you find the thing that worth living for.

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A Whole Woman

She is a combination of everything she’s always wanted to be. She left limits for roadways and labels for truffles. She embodies a collection of all the mothers who raised her and all the fathers who tried their best. She’s a voice in the wilderness and a high tide. The storm is nestled in her spine and spring between her thighs. You have got to have spirit in order to speak all of her languages or else you’ll drown.

I pray

I pray the heavens above and the pits of hell below come together to teach you how to respect women that won’t include harm to your own children. I pray every woman who finds you learns to respect themselves while they are with you leaving you alone to deal with your own disrespect until they put you in the grave. Or until you learn to respect women entirely

Let it be written let it be done 🤲

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

I Wanted To

I wanted to remove every piece of me
from you

Every secret I told

Every baby flushed down the drain

Every moment I allowed myself to let you see me at my weakest point

Every tear that landed on your shoulder

I wanted it all back

I wanted my love and my sweatshirt

I wanted my lessons and the many moments I stepped outside myself for your benefit

I wanted it all back

But not today

Today I choose love

-Sasch