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
The world is untidy
It’s a slew of casual dates and discarded marriages
Full of people searching for certainty
And people who ignore it
There’s flies on shit
Landing on faces and food
We kiss them we eat it
And what makes all this chaos beautiful
Is love pure love
♥️ 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 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
This is the woman I thought I’d never become
This reliant brash woman
With a bag full of wipes and dreams
This is the woman I had never dreamed of being
So in love so alive
Cleaning toilets and folding laundry with pride
I am the mom I knew I’d become but this woman thing I had no clue this would be me.
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
We are enough
we are smart enough
and driven enough
we can filter through the lies
and navigate through the storm
we are strong and capable of so many things
lets keep going
we can do this
❤ Saschia
Step… step
I think and think of shy hearts
The ones that were left alone far too long
The ones that have hardened over time
I want so badly to love and appreciate them for who they are
Because
The daily grind in this world calls for an open heart
Not a selective one
♡Saschia
I want this life
The one right in front of me
The family
The home
The writing
The goals
I want all of these things
I’m so grateful for them
-Saschia
She smiles and tells her story
And I listen at how she will make flying elephants
“Big or small” I ask
“Small ones”
I love her idea
and Her mind
and the way her eyes look when she thinks of all the magical things she’ll add to her secret little world of magic.
Aimless walks under the moonlight
Orange hues
A breeze fingering my hair
Ah, the life of a night creature
Spreading wings
Shredding wings
Finding words and self
And novel ideas
-Saschia
