Sarah Lenn

Joined June 2022

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Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...

Stories (20/0)

My Summer Rain
Was it you in the throng of onlookers- Your smile wide, eyes as bright as they are still burned into the edges of memory?
By Sarah Lenn8 months ago in Poets
A Dance of One
You might be direct, but you have never been consistent, except perhaps that I could depend on that piece in our interactions.
By Sarah Lenn8 months ago in Poets
Ready or not
Another July has nearly passed without me knowing you. We continue to skirt around the edges of memory and I lose track of who is "It" this time and
By Sarah Lenn9 months ago in Poets
The Work of Forgetting
the work of forgetting pays overtime as they keep extending the project deadline the scope expands shifts and changes
By Sarah Lenn9 months ago in Poets
The Doorway
Maybe this time I will be able to leave our door closed the one I try to keep open for fresh air (though it's the wind that keeps howling through it)
By Sarah Lenn10 months ago in Poets
Summer is Here
It is the first day of summer. I am swallowing sunshine like it's a watering hole in the dessert and I've been wandering for 40 years.
By Sarah Lenn10 months ago in Poets
Brown Eyes
“I was advised not to tell you,” I finally said. The hitched breath releasing between clenched teeth, hissing, betraying my intent to keep my word, like a snickering child with sticky fingers caught in a lie.
By Sarah Lenn12 months ago in Fiction
A shield to a sword
You use silence like a shield for protection, you say- as if I am a wild beast gnashing, biting, clawing you to shreds.
By Sarah Lenn12 months ago in Poets
Empty Spaces
Sometimes I wonder How many times I can shatter And rebuild myself It seems to me That over time Small pieces get lost
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
Doppelganger
You look like him like someone etched from the threads of my memories just enough real smooth like stone yet I feel nothing.
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
A glimpse of the Divine
I'm still rough around The edges Full of sharp corners, grit and uneven surfaces. Envious of the smooth stones Caressed by the cold water rushing
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
Strangers
Do you still think of me at night when the distractions of the day have run their course and you've texted your last goodnight message
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets

Sarah Lenn

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My Summer Rain

A Dance of One

Ready or not

The Work of Forgetting

The Doorway

Summer is Here

Brown Eyes

A shield to a sword

Empty Spaces

Doppelganger

A glimpse of the Divine

Strangers

Stories (20/0)