My motivation to write is my family. I write for our future for healing from our past. I write for our dreams and aspirations. I want the best for us. I want for us to grow together and to always share a table. Every word I hope, adds to our growth in spirit and inContinue reading “My Motivation”
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Acceptance
I love my life and accept that most days I’m not going to check everything off the list and that is ok.
Still Written
There are many times I give away my time to write. I give it and give it and give till I’m writing 10 words and starving for solitude. I know I should hang on tighter to my time to write. I should be more demanding but it’s such a slippery thing. It shifts and moldsContinue reading “Still Written”
Reading Energy
I read the same line 6 times Then when I tried to leave I backed into my mother’s car That’s when I decided it was best to stay inside With the book I’m too tired to read I stare at the letters and they don’t stare back The words they have sounds and proper placesContinue reading “Reading Energy”
Thought Collector
The days give me thoughts collected over time The days don’t give me a thing I invested in my tomorrows I held on to my collection of thoughts and waited for them to double Thoughts are of no value left inside a head Write them down think up more and write those down Save themContinue reading “Thought Collector”
Regrowth in Conversation
Conversations have shrunk into the weather the news the type of day those are conversations had with strangers dense thoughts have been jumbled into submission behind rage behind dusty memories The cure is to listen to pique some interests then wait and see if the conversations grow -Saschia
Teetering Through Time
Sticky damp sheets Wet streets And a soggy mind Thoughts Slowly round the bend I Slowly slip away Is this all part of the dance Or is the end coming near “Not til I’m dead!” The sun will rise. It will. And I’ll keep returning I’ll keep returning -Saschia
Filter Down
Under the covers with my baby on one side and my husband on the other I think of my day and how I’m satisfied with most of it Got a lot done, had a nap, and still had time to feed the kiddos Even still, I decide to wait till my eyes are heavy toContinue reading “Filter Down”
Just an Ordinary Day
The cafe had steady business. It just got all new furniture dark wooden tables and chairs. Every seat was taken besides a few that were in the middle of it all. Coffee scent stained my sweater and the scarf I wore in but realized it was too warm. I tossed it beside my leg onContinue reading “Just an Ordinary Day”
The Weight of His Kiss
He smiled then pressed his lips against hers and in that moment she knew she’d be stuck trying to understand the weight of his kiss for years to come. -Saschia
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