“I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.” — Frida Kahlo This is me but writing. All day, I have literally been so excited to get home and write. I had a good day and I was very present, but the thoughts were flowing in. All I can think about is getting to theContinue reading “The Anticipation”
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The Perfect Storm
From the angered deep The water sloshes Globs of water Thicker than waves Roar Youths lift fishies by the gallon And do gooders curl up in corners Unharmed But the untamed the uncouth They dive in Some make it back to the boat Others don’t survive -Saschia
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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”
A Bag Full of Freedom
I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice my pantiesContinue reading “A Bag Full of Freedom”
Tugged
The future is bound to my neck I hold her close and nurture her till the time comes to let her go The past is bound to my ankle I don’t live there I only use what I learned My core was steady but childbirth has weakened it My bones light buried beneath these layersContinue reading “Tugged”
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