hope

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

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”

Me Us

There’s a place where we’re all happy We laugh and chat and kick the can It’s available by simple acts Simple commitments that better ourselves Not only ourselves but our world I keep working on me to get the reward for us ♡ Saschia

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

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

For You

These words are for you I can see each one placed in your palm as a thoughtful gift to encourage you to lift your spirit from the pit let’s exchange these words for your heavy load I’ll keep it short I just want you to know You’re something special Meticulously created from freckle To freckleContinue reading “For You”

Rose Roots

Roses dug around the root May not bloom again But placed in the care of a skilled planter Its chances of flowering increase -saschia

Will Write For Tomorrow

Light in the distance A globe or maybe an orb It flits around the corners of my heart Dashes against the edges of my mind I look and touch and smell What it may be like I want things a way Smooth oiled machines But life isn’t so oiled It’s jagged and rough There areContinue reading “Will Write For Tomorrow”

Coming Back To Life

The bare trees will begin to bud again the flowers will crack through the soil and bloom and amaze us with their colors We will thaw and glisten under the warm sun and our thoughts will be on simple things like picnics with fresh berries and huge sandwiches or beach days scented of sea saltContinue reading “Coming Back To Life”