The world has greeted me As if I’ve been exactly what it’s been waiting for. After all this time I’ve been giving it to everyone else I think it’s been waiting for me to finally give it to myself -Saschia
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Alive
I chain myself to things I love most And free myself from anything else Sometimes the chains weigh me down But what is pure love without the weight of chains And the freeing it aches real bad Because even though I don’t let those things chain me The desire for them will always be there.Continue reading “Alive”
Bared Bones
Bare bones splinter A man voices his disregard An ache low and bitter Sits in my blood The uplift The drop The dazed eyes searching for something They always knew -Saschia
Safe
Tucked under my blankets The doors are locked The kids have kissed foreheads And warm toesies Safe from the cold damp night -Saschia
I’m Home
The lights turn on I’m on my way home Stripped bare In a constant state of reflection The web The red connections And moments that were always meant to be -Saschia
This is Who
I watched her rise above I watched her question who she really was And demand who she would become She didn’t sit still for a moment longer She pushed through and persevered And now her home is quiet And still She worked for this peace She stepped out and stood tall And worked til herContinue reading “This is Who”
The world will swallow you whole without a thought It will take your possessions Your goals Your plans for the future And chew it all like a cow chews cud So plant your roots Find your soul And be true to who you are There’s no other way -Saschia
The Perfect Storm
From the angered deep The water sloshes Globs of water Thicker than waves Roar Youths lift fishies by the gallon And do gooders curl up in corners Unharmed But the untamed the uncouth They dive in Some make it back to the boat Others don’t survive -Saschia
Softened
Stretched too thin I stiffen My skin hard as rock My mind static as a telephone in the wind I rest in a fetal shape as Waters rush around me A let them I let them rush a by til my brain gets better service And my skin softens again -Saschia
The Shows Over Now
The banquet hall’s empty Not a single piece of confetti left to prove our existence Bare floors Bare walls A bare heart left in the middle of the room …
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