The Good Fight

I’m tired

I continue to sacrifice sleep

And the tired is getting to me

Getting tired of being mature

Of being conscious

Of being awake

It’s tiring to focus on my own growth

To focus on the development of my character

Especially, when I’m just too tired

But we do it, right

We continue the trudge

The good fight

Because life without a fight

Is just dead and we aren’t dead

So fight

And keep fighting

-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

Emotionally Absent

It’s like

Shouting into the wind

I shared and I shared

And I yelled and I screamed

Not even an echo returned

Just breath

Not even silence

And I noticed the other day

How you gave me a hint

Just a tiny peak inside your mind

All for a fuck

You knew my weakness

I’m learning though.

I see now

how you’ve made it so far

Without being present

-Sasch