The Good Fight

I’m tired

I continue to sacrifice sleep

And the tired is getting to me

Getting tired of being mature

Of being conscious

Of being awake

It’s tiring to focus on my own growth

To focus on the development of my character

Especially, when I’m just too tired

But we do it, right

We continue the trudge

The good fight

Because life without a fight

Is just dead and we aren’t dead

So fight

And keep fighting

-Saschia

The Dance

The walls dance around me

The floors present and safe

Until there’s a gap

Between the floor and my feet

The tea is ready

the carpets are slapped clean

Let me see

Let me see

Ah, the walls waltz a waltz I know

Shall we dance

The walls shift and play

And I scream with delight

And laugh when I’m pulled in too close

When the music fades

I just know I’ll remember how much I’ve always loved to dance

-Saschia

Emotionally Absent

It’s like

Shouting into the wind

I shared and I shared

And I yelled and I screamed

Not even an echo returned

Just breath

Not even silence

And I noticed the other day

How you gave me a hint

Just a tiny peak inside your mind

All for a fuck

You knew my weakness

I’m learning though.

I see now

how you’ve made it so far

Without being present

-Sasch

He Is

He is something I want to myself

He is real and innocent

He reminds me of Christmas morning

The moment you unwrap the only toy you asked for

Or that burst of energy you’ve been waiting for since noon

He’s a tight squeeze on a rough day

And just the words you need to hear on good day

He is me

And I am him

A collection of all the things that brought us together

-Sasch

Separation

Things divided

Silverware blankets

random living supplies

But you can’t divide children

Here’s your mail

And your time

But these humans

we have to share

We could be fair about it

But let’s be honest

Life’s not fair

Values aren’t shared

So this is yours

And that is mine

See you the next time

we share the kids

-Saschia