There’s a breeze and a howl
there’s a dance I’ve missed
one I’ve longed for
and one I remember
stomach pains and a kick in the rib
my mind squanders and so I do too
I’m here then I’m not
I’m connected then drifting
oh the fires of life burn
so strongly in my soul
-Saschia
I feel the madness trickling in
Under the door- through the door
Makes my legs electric and
My heart flighty
Madness waits for no door
To be opened
It stains eyeballs red
As reality quakes out of view
Let it trickle let it trickle
Because there’s no escaping it.
Hope floats around my house it fogs the windows and clogs the drains but it smells of lemons and roses. And so we just wipe our fogged windows clean…..
Hope floats around my house it fogs the windows and clogs the drains but it smells of lemons and roses. And so we just wipe our fogged windows clean and continue to clear our drains. Because a home without hope is no home at all. We give thanks for todays and pray for our tomorrows. Just one more day, one more word, one more prayer.
-Saschia Johnson
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The times I wish for are the times my family is at their best. That they are full of peace and love. That fear and doubt are far from their door. And that they are prepared for the worst times as well as the best.
This is a poem about nothing
I’m just writing this to sleep better
and maybe wake up better
There’s a million things to write about
but I’m not choosing any one of them
because the only purpose for this poem
is a good nights sleep
-Saschia
Respect her sacred spaces
her secret garden,
her desk,
her solitude,
her thoughts
let it be hers and hers alone
and when you do this you will see
a change in climate
-Saschia
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The twigs snap and the leaves crackle beneath me
This is where I recharge and reboot
I don’t always wish to be there
but it’s where I end up
Beneath the breathing branches
and budding leaves
-Saschia Johnson
Don’t stop here keep reading… Returning
Sometimes I write to escape myself
sometimes I write to find myself
other times I write just because I have to
no matter what
I’m always returning
-Saschia
Inspired by Freud’s Master Plot by Peter Brooks
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Step one foot at a time
hope for joy
accept but don’t settle
look both ways
but don’t get stuck waiting
for a green light
rain drums the roof of my car
inside dry
warm
satisfied and full of
stars and fables
full of life
no crisis
no resolutions
just existence
-Saschia
