✨A Poem✨ Bare bones clatter against the sidewalk a few cards from the deck left as bread crumbs that lead deeper into the maze Who knew this was the way out? Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
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Zapped
✨A Poem✨ Beneath her fingertips she held the greatest gift ever given. Her core illuminated with joy and she had enough energy to see the world come alive one more time. She’s not looking for anyone to save her but connection feels nice. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Human Maze
✨A Poem ✨ Inside the human maze are locked doors and doors left wide open with a million different versions of you that have not yet tasted the sun They shift and move and play peek a boo grow and shrink and turn you sideways and right side up. You and only you hold allContinue reading “Human Maze”
Showing Up
✨A Poem ✨ This heart beats bare against the wood floor letting my insides guide me through the garden and connects me to something I can’t name There’s no answers here The only reflection is you Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Shine Your Light
✨A Poem✨ So close I could feel your heartbeat but so far I wouldn’t know where you are Include some clues shine your light smile toward the sky so I can find you Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
New Testament Needle
✨A Poem✨ Let things go to thread the needle. It’s just you that the world needs. Not your successes. Not your pretty smile. Just you. That’s enough. Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Pink Fruit
✨A poem✨ Liking my lips pink pineapple juice drips down my palm and down my arm the pain of knowing is the only thing you’ll find up my sleeve but there’s so much life here so I cut pink pineapples and capture the sweet fleshy notes Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
I do
✨A Poem✨ dried lemons floating with basil cracked windows and doors rain drizzle why would I want more? I do Saschia 👉🏽 Jayne👈🏽 Johnson
Heart Open
✨A poem ✨ The words fall out of me I try my best to avoid the crippling kinds I grab onto the ones that dance with the present and all the glory that right now brings It’s all inside you, that’s what they say And it is, I understand that (I’m not letting the wordsContinue reading “Heart Open”
Embracing the Night
Finding Your Writing Rhythm “The night is for dreamers. The night is for writers.” — Rosemary Lynn Today I got to sit and stare out my back window. I saw a rusty feathered hawk fly real low and watched the bulls hang around and swat flies with their tails. Days like today remind me howContinue reading “Embracing the Night”
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