Hi, I’m Sierra Mazzucca. I want to welcome to my little corner of the internet—where words find their way through the heart’s tangled paths. This blog is home to poetry born from the quiet and loud moments of life. I write to give shape to what we often struggle to say—grief, love, healing, hope, faith, and the simple weight of everyday experience. Whether you’re navigating mental health challenges, processing loss, celebrating love, or searching for something deeper, I hope my words meet you where you are. Each poem is a reflection, a release, a reminder that you’re not alone. Thank you for being here.

  • Being Happy, Shouldn’t be Scary

    Being happy scares me. The thought that at any moment something can just wipe it all away. So happiness has always been a playmate I never invited over when playing Red Rover. It’s always been this thing that was a stop sign away. The sun is high but too far to brighten my day. Like if I turned just a little to the right depression would be there, smiling waiting to say hi. Always welcomed me, which is probably why I can only get so far away as my GPS has had it marked as home since I was about 8. This familiar place. It sheltered me during a time when I felt displaced. Ignored. Forgotten wanting to be erased. It fit the plot of my life that was being fed to my psyche with oppressive thoughts day to day. Child from a broken home, consumed by sadness she felt unhealed and alone. If I was ever happy surely everyone would know. It would be hard to explain without anger which is my past M O. But Even so, happy was a stranger I never got to know. So as an adult when this unfamiliar feeling causes me to choke, I somehow manage to get a glimmer of hope, because happiness has made a way back to me it wasn’t smooth it was rocky. It’s like it was just waiting for me to see I deserve to smile. I shouldn’t be afraid to be happy because it will come and it will go. It’s being OK when it’s gone and embracing it when it comes back, which can sometimes be slow. Because one of the wonderful things about living is, you never really know and you need to be ok with that. So don’t be scared to let your smile out, be kind to everyone even when kindness you feel without. Happiness is the best medicine, it’s free. We just have to let our guard down long enough, to let happiness into you and me.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • Temporary

    Death is always my reminder that living is Temporary, existing or lasting for a limited time; not permanent. That answers many questions of mine. Somewhat like a loan. Something given with the intent of getting it back, usually with interest we are taxed. What happens after we retire our spirits from these skin caves that hold the past the present, and moments in between. Where lost thoughts ruminate around corners beneath? Do our spirits take the beating for our human skin sacks’ deceitful dealings during moments of conditioned freedom we had while living? I wonder if taking away our gift of choice, is the interest to be paid. While all along here we were fighting, living in this flesh-draped cape, trying desperately to live before the grand escape. Could this be the victory to which we were too close-minded to accept as fate? Yes, maybe this was the righteous ones’ reward unto us, and the womb was the golden gate. We keep wishing and wishing to know what’s after this faze, but maybe this is the after that. Maybe this is the royal place. See it’s all temporary which is the role he intended for “time”, to play. A holder of minutes before you walk through the souls’ reclaiming gates. Past the millions of seconds rented, of memories you made. The journey is silent as faith has no speech it’s an invisible state. Living is temporary in this physical place, as we all see when we sit at another wake. We are unaware of what comes after today, however, it’s promised that death is the only escape and entrance for these mere human estates.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • One Loan

    I don’t have to remind you. Yesterday is behind you. Temporary is the time these bodies will hold the spirit inside you. Whether you are a millionaire or broke and in debt. Life has a beginning middle and end. It’s those three points that we try to make our friend. Since our timer starts when we exit the womb and enter the earth’s play pen. We must take heed and protect our time, with prayer and faith, before the end of our body’s last sigh. It may not be as long as an end, wrinkled and gray, as everyone’s timeline is different not everyone gets to meet old age. Each being has their exit date, some sooner than we anticipate. Nonetheless, we all will leave this place in the same state, and not with these loaned bodies not that I have seen to date. Though if you have faith your spirit will be returned to its maker to recreate. We never end completely, we just get repurposed for the next version he sees a need. So, Temporary is the time in this vessel with a clock that just ticks and tocks until the arms one day just stop.

    By Sierra Mazzucca