I wish I could dive into someone’s mind.
Where would they take me?
All the stories of their life playing inside.
If I could hear their thoughts-
I would be able to feel their soul.
Know things, no one else knows.
I would be able to dive,
and find the forgotten treasures buried in the depths.
I’m sure it would leave me breathless.
—Sarah Zetty @oldsoulrae


My body is becoming anxious.
I tremble all throughout,
I want to lash out.
But i can’t.
I can’t because it won’t sound how I mean.
It will come across coarse, angered, & even threatening.
But I mean it in a loving way,
even a caring way.
I feel compassion
but it only sounds like bashing.
The tears aren’t because i’m sad
but because i can’t make you understand.
My mouth was going to stay silent
but inside my head it couldn’t stay.
Why are you crying?
Don’t cry, please.
Why are you saying all this stuff to me?
Is it because your trying to make me understand what’s in your head?
At this moment- we don’t see eye to eye,
this is tearing us apart.
Apart is a distance I don’t want to be with you.
Come near, put your head right here.
On my chest,
right on my heart.
—Sarah Zetty @oldsoulrae

Without A Regret

The sunrising is myself taking my first morning breath.
A deep inhale and slow exhale,
I watch it move from the east to the west.
It moves so slowly throughout the day,
but in the final moment of the sunset-
you can’t even bat an eye.
Darkness falls quicker than expected.
The stars gleam across the night sky,
and it’s where I become the most open.
Telling all my hopes,
my desires,
& every little feeling.
Slowly closing my eyes to drift into my dreams.
Another sunrise not promised,
for my soul may slip into the heavens,
without a regret of anything.

—Sarah Zetty @oldsoulrae

The light of the night

Her, entrapped in the tower.

Him, out at sea.

The light was her burning love-

the sail to pull him in.

Waves building while night was falling,

Her heart was his home.

Long mermaid hair and emerald eyes,

longing to have his body to hold.

The first glimpse of his ship,

she aborts the tower.

He comes ashore.

Flesh to flesh,

syncing their breaths.

Her light brought him in,

his heart was home.

–Sarah Zetty @oldsoulrae

A Breather.

They say we age like fine wine,
is that because humans tend to become bottled up?
And how we need a moment to breathe,
to become the best we can be?
Isn’t it funny how the wine bottle empties all it has inside
to portray the very best version of itself.
To appeal and appease their crowd-
how that’s similar to us.
Literally draining ourselves empty-
For a crowd we may never become a fan of.
Or as we stretch our legs,
we may become the one dancing on their taste buds.
The sweetest body,
the one they cannot forget.
—Sarah Zetty @oldsoulrae

Dirty pockets.

Tile floors and coffee bitter,

This whole world is seeming to wither.

Bare bones we won’t expose.

Darkness we want to hide.

Water tainted in our mitten,

Politicians lining their pockets with this crisis.

It’s a shame we can’t just unite.

Another article will be released,

the whole world still acts surprised.

Money and greed seem to be the first to win.

But they will drowned in their ways,

for money can’t buy-


–Sarah Zetty @oldsoulrae


My depression is called the Four Seasons Resort.
A room for one? Yes.
Anxiety is my weighted blanket,
tear stained pillows tell how the night went.
My body held captive by the mattress,
No strength to to sit up.
The sun rose,
yet there I still wept.
Laying there, sinking.
Tip of my head to the tip of my toes,
Heart racing,
feeling like I ran a marathon,
yet i haven’t moved a bone.
Darkness begins to fall yet again,
another day gone.
Tomorrow’s sunshine,
I’m gonna awake and stretch my spine.
Someday, i’ll overcome this battle of mine.

—Sarah Zetty @oldsoulrae

Smog Bar

Smoke filled room,

I was walking out the door. 

His voice carried through the smog.

“Stop! You- don’t go.”

My head turned over my shoulder. 

“Me?” I mouthed. 

Standing on the stage, 

Light over his face,

His head nodded yes. 

I walked toward his band,

My heart became the drum. 

“Um, I noticed you dancing.”

His words he sung. 

Shy smile across my face, he reached for my hand. 

He pulled me in and we slowly become the only two in the bar. 

This is where our story begun. 

–Sarah Zetty @oldsoulrae


This Saturday Night begins,
with me alone.
Wine bottle in hand,
halfway under the hot water of my tub.
Half bent knees with my feet dancing around the faucet,
candle light flickering and blues playing.
The music brings me back,
the bottle pressed upon my lips,
my eyes staring into the walls of the tub.
This is my self care.
Diving deep into my soul-
remembering and envisioning.
Facing the stuff that scares me, pushes me, and makes me
completely and utterly vulnerable.
This is where my closure comes
and my curiosity for the future begins.
This Saturday night,
I relived all my memories with each one of their souls,
So it never was really alone.

-Sarah Zetty @oldsoulrae