Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s being afraid and doing it anyway. Shadows leap and lift from the ground. Whilethe world spins on a tilt.I’m still trying to figure out how. Dolls sink and turn colors while deep in the closet something whines. Still, she can think of only one thing, How can IContinue reading “Fears”
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Twitchy
The covers her beneath Thickets bugs and things more wild she wades through bryers as if they were ocean Saschia Johnson Mediums pretty cool, follow me there
I Choose You
I’m choosing you Your health your smile Your hand I’m going to take you places planes, bars with all the fresh vegetables you can eat, and kombucha on tap served by souls who just wanna make you smile the way I do I’m choosing you. If this life is the life you love with allContinue reading “I Choose You”
Cycles
The snow will returnBut for now,the sun is shining. Saschia Johnson
Steadfast
I want to be here I want to be here till the sea dries up and the heavens brush your lips To be by your side to be in your mind and in between your sheets can we do this forever? can we never quit on each other? Saschia Johnson
Flicker
The curtains blow in the breeze deep sea blue with white corals sewn into the bottom the breeze let’s the light in the air spins and whirls around like a merry-go-round There’s no leaves to kick up only dust specs of dust flicker in the sun she smiles at natures dance she smiles at meContinue reading “Flicker”
Adventure
Give the world oysters filled with pearlsand they’ll go to wasteGive the world adventure and their search for pearls willnever end. Saschia Johnson Check me out on Medium.com
Churned
Churned soil jumps and dances If you were to ask me, jumping and dancing is wonderful when it’s humans doing it but when the soiljumps and dances that means something bigger than us is happening. Saschia Johnson
A Good Rest
She closes her eyes,the bed bugs have scuttled off into the woods, and the moths gathered around her neighbor’s bug shocking light. A breeze tickles her nose so she pulls the blankets up up up over her shoulders. She dreams of singing skeletons and dancing dead men who church chocolate with small men from aContinue reading “A Good Rest”
Rest Will Come
Jayne.Press·2 days ago Dignity is to dream without ceasing She wiggles her toesand reaches toward the heavensit’s not so far, she heard in a songthe heavens, that is. It ismuch closer than we think. At leastthat’s what they tell us. is it hope that I cling towhile I wrestle with his faithfaith in me faithContinue reading “Rest Will Come”
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