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.

  • Life Layoff

    I feel like I’m just floating through time like every moment exists on some line. déjà vu is just a tear in the thread that’s holding seconds collectively storing lifetimes from the beginning to the present. Like every single thing is accounted for on someone’s bulletin board. Each tragedy, catastrophe, blessing, and new planet-finding, was all planned, and marked on a calendar in the office of the ruler of man. Aka the universe’s manager, God likely is his name. In charge of all the unplanned life layoffs constantly but he is always reassuring us to continue worshiping even if no immediate payment is received. In a beautiful building through a man of flesh and bone, he reassures us we have a place in his home when our timelines come to an end, on their own. Not by quitting, but working until life excuses you and your retirement from him is paid 10folds onto you, with a package of deliverance because you ran until the end of a line, that someone laid before you. Hoping and rooting for you, but knowing everything that is going to happen to you, all the sins that will tempt you, he still gave you the power of choice to choose what is the right thing to do during the line of time, he has lent to me and you.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • OCD

    Some internal construction is needed on isle brain. Something is jeopardizing the Cortico-Striato-Thalamo-Cortical aka (CSTC) circuitry which is the key brain pathway participating in movement, habit formation, and reward processing. Okay, I say endangering but really its elevating. Like I’m starting to engage in different affairs, I started a new pathway and I haven’t needed to take the old stairs. I recognize this change when I reciprocate and accept feelings a different way than I would have previously when I was taking the old routes that once protected me. We change, continuously. It’s the only thing we can say with assurance as nothing will stay the same forever, everything lives and dies to serve a purpose. The old paths my thoughts would take, made change a scary place so I formed healthy habits and cleaned up the roads to my brains space. I learned to stop, listen, be still. No longer taking old ways up windy hills. My feedback loop will thread positivity and happiness where there once lived dread. I wont obsess over things I should have , would have did, as that would be counterproductive for all the internal construction we just did. Then again I was diagnosed using a dsm-5 OCD is what they now said is a diagnoses of mine. Obsessive compulsive disorder the presence of obsessions and/or compulsions that cause significant distress or impairment in daily life wish I knew this earlier, I would have lived a less stressful life . Ive been scared to try new things, living the same day on repeat , the Truman show was how I felt in this reality . Just stuck, unable to move forward a different way, so comfortable with the teleprompter reading the same message every day . Obsessing over things Out of my control until I lose any false sense of accuracy , no record to compare new to old. control has now been disassembled and no longer holds me whole, closed off those paths and old frontal roads. Its just a disorder its not a terminal disease you can actually manage it, before you become dis-eased .

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • Scars are Trophies

    Most of my life I’ve tried to hide scars because they were ugly reminders of things I didn’t want to think about. And a lot of those scars were invisible to the naked eye. A human couldn’t see these are scars, similar to deep open wounds within me. I learned they are not damaged eye sores but trophies for the trials and tribulations I have overcome thus far. Your scars can be the medals you attain, having given yourself the opportunity to lean deep into your faith. We’ll learn we have been healed and forgiven for any wrong we did, any sins we committed. Reminders, we were already forgiven. Those scars are something to remember when we feel like quitting a reminder for when we are too weak to want to feel. We need to remember that someone already died for the terrible things we ruminate on that have already been crucified and healed . Try not to focus on how deep the wound is, keep in mind his are for eternity, that he endured for believers in his word. How can we complain when someone was murdered for you and me. To be able to live a life of love and abundance sin free. I challenge you to use your scars as badges of honor for the rest of your breaths eternity.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • Emotional Carousel

    Don’t wish you knew better, just do better now. Regret is a disease. Disease is a noun. Meaning to have a disorder of structure or function in a human, oh wow. I’ve somehow allowed this to consume my time and take away from my healing by moving forward, Eliminating the possibility of me being “just fine”. I feel like I am on this emotional carousel most of the time. When I suddenly start to feel inner peace, my guilt creeps up from behind. It often feels like I won’t get through this up and down ride. I quickly remember I do have a choice; I don’t have to wait in that line. I don’t need to focus on the feeling of remorse. I have to remember these emotions are just obstacles I need to overcome in my life’s course. So just understand everyone has their emotional horse. Just learn to tame the wild outbursts that start from within. Don’t wait in lines that make your heart feel like your life has to somehow be defined by the emotions you have within. Feel what you need to and then let it go. Simply let bygones be just that, and freely your movements should flow.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • Wasted Dandelions

    It feels like a punch to my gut when I realize the pictures that hold so many good memories, are the same ones that have become my newfound enemies. Like they only exist to cause me heartache. I thought I figured this out. I’d cry once a day and then I would go about my way. Recently my schedule has been a little off, not to mention my old character is completely lost. I haven’t even developed a new one to fit my current mind frame. I think once I figure that out, I can again compartmentalize all my pain. I won’t waste anymore dandelion wishes for you to come back, Because the little girl in me still doesn’t understand after death that’s that. I won’t blow anymore prayers on hoping that I will turn around and you’d be there. I will just learn to live with this new gained pain. I will work on trying not to find an escape, in a prayer or a wish that the universe just can’t grant me today. I won’t count the minutes I don’t get with you anymore. I will learn to embrace all the hours I was gifted with you before. No more dandelions wasted on the floor.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • Batter Up

    Stop blocking all the opportunities that make it your way. Don’t let your fear dictate your fate. That, you should be the one to create. You have made plenty of unwise decisions, some that caused you pain. So, one day you decided to build a shield that practices keep away. In batting off the “bad” and protecting your heart, you somewhere along the way managed to push anything worth a damn from getting closer to your, deep parts. You thought you had it covered; you truly had no doubt. I see you had one thing covered; your ego and let me tell you ouch. You now see the damage you caused trying to be safe. You actually thought what you dodged would not come back and try to have its day? I never meant to block our long-awaited amends, my stupid ego had feelings, and some were just too bent. I now have learned a lesson, and this one truly stings. I guess I have to show up and face whatever the universe flings. Keep in mind just because it pitches you don’t always have to bat. I sometimes watch the bs, as it blows over and then that’s that.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • Loud Silence

    One thing after another. My hands are tired knees bruised Sometimes I’m ok. When I don’t pay attention to signs and spirits at play. Other times, I want to scream. I want to rip my skin from its connective tissues, clean off me. I want to play in traffic and play chicken with oncoming cars. With thoughts not mine of what’s the worst that could happen if I tried. Or if I was the superhero I dreamed about when I was a kid with nothing to dream, surely I’d save me from this. But no cape. Just another skin puppet, just a pissed miss. There, where I wanted to run. Where to. I’m trapped. No one cares. Whose thoughts are these? They aren’t fun I want to scream why the heck am I here Just great. I confessed my sins first thing today. There goes that confession. I repented. Wasted away. Faith, we pray so I did the same thing again today. I sat on the pew knees bent boogers dripping down from my chin. Crying to him, if you loved us why allow me to constantly give in to sin My arms are sore from this prayer position. I’ve got lock jaw from counting all these blessings. Yet I’m still dragging my spirit face down through sharp glass, or as you call them lessons, with no fail or passing. Tap tap, uhem lord forgive me if I speak out of turn, but you made me in your image, remember? You created the good the bad the right the wrong, yet you tell us manipulation is wrong and temptation is not a sin If a sin is something that goes against what you believe in and I am in your image is your idea of a sin the same as a simple skin breeds belief on what that definition is I want to scream but you hear me best silent. You never say a word, still my faith growing that you preach inside me.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • Chipped and Perfect Sand dollar

    It’s amazing where we find ourselves. As she walks along the shore, you see her staring endlessly at the sands floor. Why would someone come to a place filled with so much beauty around, only to embrace what was below that she kept reaching for on the ground.Maybe there is beauty her eyes met upon that floor.It was far overlooked since most individuals are focused on the oceans waves crashing to shore. I would be remise to suggest her serene bliss, every time she found another without any chips. She suddenly reached and this bend took some time to realign her spine, but when she did you seen the sun hit a tear rolling down her cheek, I watched her lips read, chipped enough and beautiful like me. It was the beauty of the ocean that allowed her to see that her pain, and her heart were a little imperfect, but God made her perfect, like all her sand dollars collected, would be.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • Timeout

    Just because I’m working on my mental health, doesn’t mean I think I’m better than a person who chooses to stay unwell. It just means I’m working on my internal dialog daily, and I’m not perfect. At the very least well.I’m working on making myself content with knowing the past versions of myself. For instance today I had to set a 5-minute timer to allow myself to wallow in my own guilt surrounding yesterday’s choices. This my sweet little psyche always chooses to think and ruminate on during the worst times and hours of the following day 90% dramatized, I guess I should say. Apparently, I really need to feel that sharp impale during the 5 minutes of living today’s moments, with yesterday’s guilt and shame during that timeout period I chose to take today with yesterday’s pain. Which is actually 10% real, This I realize when I am out of my anxiety driven panic state. Because let’s face it, when we’re in it time’s just an illusion. The world is ending and the sky is falling. Yet still I am stopping to focus on Yesterday’s spilled milk? Haha Guilt… I hate you. You make me lose moments in days. Focusing on hours you already claimed. Just to re-live feelings that were derived from False impersonations of the characters those past versions of me played. Why the heck am I still walking onto this unappealing, applaud lacking stage. Only to draw center to all things I wished I could reclaim. Guilt, you are the main villain in this play. Still, you too have a significant role to play. So yeah, I’m working daily on myself. The thing is guilt, regret, and shame are just reoccurring roles I sometimes get in costume to play and recreate, for those 5-minute timeouts I need to take. In those moments, I feel unwell. I think it’s a way to keep me regulated and on the forever path to improving wellness within myself It’s more a timed woe is me opportunity. I still have to take a bow out and do a few oh hell no’s to save my sanity.

    By Sierra Mazzucca

  • Your Glow

    If the moon stopped glowing and guiding nightlife and the sun decided it would not wake up to brighten a sunrise. Worry not for a presence is had as I’m sure you alone could lighten the day and night with the energy your spirit casts. Exuding an effulgence that alone sparks dark corners, igniting peace promoting a radiant brightness that darkness has envy to be. As a spirit like yours, comforts, and is made of light, but only once in a lifetime is another gifted with your warm invite

    By Sierra Mazzucca