Take away the dishes The wife-ing The mothering And you’re left with A writer An artist !A REVOLUTIONARY Who dreams of sowing thought respect And empathy back into our existence She grasps for words And stories She grasps for experiences She fails She falls she rises Over and over again She is a woman SheContinue reading “A Woman”
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Farming Character
Our yesterdays linger on the back of my tongue He’s locked the door again No one is allowed in but him And his music and his revenge that sits between his back teeth I say I don’t feel safe And I’m sad and I’m scared But those words fall to the wayside And so yesterdayContinue reading “Farming Character”
Not Your Wife II
The ocean in him In me We’re not like the rest I don’t wanna be He does His kisses His secrets My lessons My forgiveness It’s maddness He’s my Neverland -Saschia
Scale Mindset
I want to give But not overwhelm I want to receive But not deplete Sometimes I take too much Sometimes I give too much Sometimes I don’t expect anything at all -Saschia
Up up up
Worlds open and shift And move into silence Things look up We look up For hope For dreams For guidance Strong arms Hang tight While Grips are loosen -Saschia
Fairy’d
The eyes stare back They never used to Or maybe I just never noticed Or maybe they did And I’m just forgetting it all -Saschia
Fragments stitched together Smiles from laughter From nervousness And kisses from drunkenness From the need to escape Life teeters in our damp palms With pieces of our lives piled high I stitch them together with black thread Strong enough to hang a shadow Or catch a dream Fragments, skin colored A diversity of skins CouldContinue reading
Tap Tap
Intertwined Wall on wall on wall A door swung open It didn’t quite slam More like a tap The kinda tap that let’s me know someone’s there -Saschia
Fluff and Pillows
Blankets so fluffy my body can’t be seen And pillows lots of pillows Let me sink into the center of them all To find the most comfortable place And Leave me there Trust me I feel safe alone -Saschia
It Finds Me
Hope finds me Like a lurking child fingers wiggle under the door crack Shards of light break through Hope finds me A glimmer of sunlight Reflecting off a droplet of dew It makes home in my heart Whether I like it it not -Saschia
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