I made this decision To stick it out To see how things go And feel it out We all make mistakes Right Right?! Seventy x seven Right? My left side aches My bones quiver In anxiety in fear in excitement I am brave I am beautiful I am enough I am tired of being strongContinue reading “Second Guessing”
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Hangin On
Scrubbed Guts still swollen And big enough for the world to see Eyes shut tight Mind drunk on new fantasies While my Finger tips are tapped by their own thumb music is forming I can feel it in my feet -Saschia
Day Dreamer
Hand in hand Flames nip at my sweater queen of myself Heart stitched to my sleeve I crave an empty belly but a full mind -Saschia
Growth
Flowers grow in cracks sometimes Roots definitely do I can keep growing through this Wait I will keep growing through this Concrete can’t even stop me (That’s a metaphor) (Because, you know, concrete can very much stop me) ♡Saschia
Kinda Like
I need to get it out All the earthquakes and volcanic eruptions Nestled beneath the surface I can’t simmer And stew I have to be honest with me About my own feelings So they don’t control me Maybe it will help you be honest with yourself too But I’m definitely not doing this for youContinue reading “Kinda Like”
Finger Tips
the sadness the moments I freeze in fear palms on my thighs the moments I lose myself in emotion to protect my tribe they are all me pieces that will evolve and die and come back to life the smile I can’t wipe from my face the way I act likeContinue reading “Finger Tips”
Ouch
Pulled tight Heart slumped in the middle The strain is too great It feels so like dead babies If only I could sleep through fall And wake up in winter Making the strain nothing But a distant memory -Saschia
Drinks
Whiskey isn’t the right drunk I know I know It runs to my brain And the talking and the mess And the freedom from social restraint It loosens Words pour Then they make no sense But the escape Oh, the escape It’s temporary, right? But it’s nice It’s nice to get away -Sasch
Threshold
I crossed the threshold. It took some time. I paced the door looked in the key hole I even tested the handle then finally, I crossed the threshold only to find another hall full of a hundred more wonky doors This is a nice hall I hall worth resting in I’ll test some more doorsContinue reading “Threshold”
Gargoyle
I fill my mouth with water and spit it into the sink. The water swirls around and disappears down the drain. They say all drains lead to the ocean.
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