The small small infinite childbites the hand oh dare she bite that hand that slick slithering hand she squints and licksa spoon carved from cheese Saschia Johnson
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Soul of My Soul
The eyes inside my head blink away the dust the feet inside my heart hike mountains to get a view and the soul of my soul touches the heavens to share what the world can’t see yet What a breath of fresh air it is to just be Saschia Johnson
I am Brave. I am Free.
I will not be a slave to fear. I am brave.I will not be a slave to oppression. I am free. I will file the bars down with my callused hands, for freedom. I will stand tall in a world that tells me to bow down, for bravery This body has been raised up, toContinue reading “I am Brave. I am Free.”
Her Journey
She reached into the back of her mind and let it all flow.ho……..me She reached into the depths and let it all rest. s…….leep She reached into the heavens and let it all rise.i….. am Saschia Johnson
Shoulder Pain and Collections
It’s been a while since I wrote out a blog post. I’m hoping this post will cure my shoulder ache even though it’s not really even related to my shoulder ache (besides my slouching). It’s funny how we do things that we think will fix a problem but it doesn’t exactly fix the problem. SometimesContinue reading “Shoulder Pain and Collections”
Peace to Her
Whispers wash over her like waves a closet with the light on blue like the middle of the oceanon a sunny day. The tea whistles and the house settles as she settles her thoughts. Good Night, Mom She pours her tea as her feet shuffle against the floorboards She’s art I tell ya, a masterpiece.Continue reading “Peace to Her”
Two Souls
Two souls chatterreuniteand rise Saschia Johnson
Your Future
fingers tip tap against the table in search of what comes next not folded neatly and waiting but eager to tear things up waiting isn’t always needed sometimes the best way forward is tip tapping away daily at your future Saschia Johnson
Fears
Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s being afraid and doing it anyway. Shadows leap and lift from the ground. Whilethe world spins on a tilt.I’m still trying to figure out how. Dolls sink and turn colors while deep in the closet something whines. Still, she can think of only one thing, How can IContinue reading “Fears”
Twitchy
The covers her beneath Thickets bugs and things more wild she wades through bryers as if they were ocean Saschia Johnson Mediums pretty cool, follow me there
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