Sideways days upside down Me as a disappointment to myself The lift from within the jolt The awkward flow fills my mind -Saschia
Tag Archives: prose
Alive
I chain myself to things I love most And free myself from anything else Sometimes the chains weigh me down But what is pure love without the weight of chains And the freeing it aches real bad Because even though I don’t let those things chain me The desire for them will always be there.Continue reading “Alive”
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
Thought and Planned
Finally in love with me. From inside the depths of my soul to my roots of curls. I’ve waited so long to feel so healthy, so healed, and so ready to take on life. I thought and planned that by the time I got here I’d be celebrating with you. Maybe you weren’t meant toContinue reading “Thought and Planned”
I’m Trying
The winding road ahead makes my stomach churn. The past grabs at my ankles and the present slips away every few seconds. Sometimes apple pie slows me down and sometimes it’s him. But in between the ahead and behind is the place I strive to be.
Searching for a Story -On Writing
Writing everyday is getting easier. It’s finding what I want to say that is the challenge for me. I search and read and think and talk to people and then it hits me and I write about it until it loses it’s magic. Then I’m back where I started. It’s not that I lack inspiration.Continue reading “Searching for a Story -On Writing”
Under The Knife
Fear’s shadow lingers in the crack below the door I keep that door locked Even though sometimes it swings wide open I pace by it from time to time But I don’t even touch the handle I hate to twiddle my thumbs While I think up the worst case scenario I don’t even like toContinue reading “Under The Knife”
Let’s Go
Take my hand here look my palms are open Take my hand to the edge over the edge listen as the glass shatters -Saschia
It Was Good
First thing today, is to figure out how he will love her. He loves her, that isn’t the question. But how would he show her? Yesterday, it was with a small note, I love you handwritten on it that hid underneath her tea cup. A teacup he picked out for her and filled with blackContinue reading “It Was Good”
The Collective
In a few hours things will settle back into place Unless I don’t want them to I have thought myself into a sort of teeter totter The good runneth over the bad hiddeth my cup but in a few hours this piece will join the rest and I’ll be one step closer to whole -Saschia
