You are accepted the way you are I’ve prayed and hoped for a different you For so many years Now, I have reached a place where You are who you are And that gave me more room for love -Saschia
Tag Archives: prose
Will Write For Tomorrow
Light in the distance A globe or maybe an orb It flits around the corners of my heart Dashes against the edges of my mind I look and touch and smell What it may be like I want things a way Smooth oiled machines But life isn’t so oiled It’s jagged and rough There areContinue reading “Will Write For Tomorrow”
The Miniature
The statue was miniature A nude miniature Nude because it’s art Even though the miniature looked quite real He indeed was not
Snuggles
Snuggles are of most value to me in intense bite sizes. Just tight enough a hold to release my breath and only long enough to keep me missing you. -Saschia
Choppy
Waves rush over me I sink in and let them run their course Breathing in uncertainty exhaling relief until I’m released back into still waters -Saschia More at Jayne.Press Airy
Art
A place where rules can be bent and logic defied where man is winged and birds speak this is where I write from and also from my heart even when it seems meaningless it is something it is a piece of me and I will continue to leave bread crumbs for myself because for someContinue reading “Art”
Today’s The Day
Today’s the day to get it done to finish all the things you’ve been working on or maybe today’s the day to try something new but whatever you decide today’s the day -Saschia Jayne.Press Nesting
Nesting
boxes, bins, and labels where to put it where to put it space saver clutter buster ugh, I broke a nail garbage bags empty boxes bend bend bend batteries screw driver or is it an Philips head whatever, as long as it fits The baby’s coming deep breath baby’s coming -Saschia Jayne.Press Nap TimeContinue reading “Nesting”
Coming Back To Life
The bare trees will begin to bud again the flowers will crack through the soil and bloom and amaze us with their colors We will thaw and glisten under the warm sun and our thoughts will be on simple things like picnics with fresh berries and huge sandwiches or beach days scented of sea saltContinue reading “Coming Back To Life”
Unfocused
There’s a breeze and a howl there’s a dance I’ve missed one I’ve longed for and one I remember stomach pains and a kick in the rib my mind squanders and so I do too I’m here then I’m not I’m connected then drifting oh the fires of life burn so strongly in my soulContinue reading “Unfocused”
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