The steam around me is hardly noticed

my feelings

cooped in the shed

that came with our backyard

I take breaths

I feel the shower and take in that very moment

it feels so good to breathe

without a worry

My head rests against the wall

and I think of how hard it is to think

how hard it is to not be automatic

 

I swallow basic thoughts

crunch on mere survival

The fog fills the bathroom

and blurs the mirror

I cannot see me

but I can see the fog

 

❤ Saschia

 

Lit

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 the hope in my curls

To see the moon

And to admire the trees

Silence becomes us

But our minds, they’re lit up like Christmas trees

-Saschia