Sometimes it’s as simple as visiting your your grandmother
Or chewing the same flavor gum you chewed in highschool
But most times it’s letting go of something you’re not ready to let go of
And that’s the simple truth we should be clinging to
-Sasch
Tag: Poetry
Out in the Open
Hiding in peace
No, not hiding
Just put away
in no special order
Head on her shoulders
Hips below her waist
But her mind it’s in the books
And late night conversations
It’s searching
out in the open
While everything else
Is not hiding
No, not hiding
Just put away
in no special order
-Saschia
The Dance
The walls dance around me
The floors present and safe
Until there’s a gap
Between the floor and my feet
The tea is ready
the carpets are slapped clean
Let me see
Let me see
Ah, the walls waltz a waltz I know
Shall we dance
The walls shift and play
And I scream with delight
And laugh when I’m pulled in too close
When the music fades
I just know I’ll remember how much I’ve always loved to dance
-Saschia
Self-doubt
Self-doubt is a bitch
She sneaks up on you with questions
Simple logical questions
And then she brings in reason
And your well-meaning friends
That’s when everything you wanted to do becomes a mountain
Do it anyway
Fuck self-doubt and all her questions
Her Approval
She is filled to the brim
With her own approval
There were days when she looked for it in others
But one day she decided the only one she needed approval from was herself
For Myself
I am selfish with my love for the world
For you
For us
I will love you inside out
I will push and prod and poke
I will release and catch
And give you space
All to make the world a better place
Because that’s
what I would want
For myself
-Saschia
It’s Been Waiting
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
Steady
The ground freezes
I’d have lost my footing
But over the years I left pebbles
And words and stories
To hold me steady
I still fall
But I land on poetry
I don’t think there is anything more artistic
Than landing on poetry
-Saschia
I will stand on the shoulders of my enemies
To place the angel delicately a top my Christmas tree
Their selfish acts beside mine
Only my acts so deeply rooted by my own ancestors
That they have become a catapult
An explosion of sticky wet truth
Like an orgasm at just the right time
I will not wallow I will not beg
I will not stop until the truth spores inside so many crevices
They’ll never forget it
-Saschia
The Art of Letting Go
My head
spins like a top
The rush
The drop
The world
let go of me
-Saschia
