Warning: For Those Who Grieve

Photo by Ksenia Chernaya

There are no words 

To fill the void 

It is an endless sea 

Of missed communication

And broken opportunities

How do I move forward? 

How do I forget? 

How do I cry? 

Now that you're gone 

Your things fill the room, storage and my mind 

Vestiges of the life 

You left behind

For the first time 

Your not here to wipe my tears 

They fill the rims of my dry eyes

Bubbling to the surface

Like a pop can that was shaken 

And opened to soon  

Where is your shoulder to cry on?

Where can one go to find your love? 

The contour of your face 

Was the comfort that tired consciences rested on 

There are tangled grey wires 

At the base of my swollen red heart 

Unable to hold the contents 

Of a soul tore apart

It pumps the same 

But it aches different

It pleads for a love far gone

Begging for attention in a world 

That pays no mind 

How do I move forward? 

How do I forget? 

How do I cry? 

Now that you're gone

The mouth says, I'm well 

Fingertips text, I'm fine 

But deep down a stomach twisted in knots 

Burns with a throbbing

That only the grieving know 

When death darkens a humble doorstep

An unraveling spirit will gladly go home 

Let the white picket fence fade into the background 

Clouds hover in weightless air 

They appear and disappear 

As the light of a glistening dawn opens 

For those chained in the shackles of mourning 

Morning after morning freed from the torment 

Of a breaking heart that stays broke 



Love always, Esha 

ReplyForward

Blue Feelings

Listen to the reading of this poem on Hope Speaks Podcast

Photo by Isom Jacobs 

I was painted blue with your love. But I'll get back up again. Only to swim in the sea of another's eyes. To sail in the dreams of a new lovers mind. To forget about the memories I choose not to remember. To push away the old feelings I'd rather leave behind. You are the cushion of old familiarity like a couch I became use to. The groves of a body settled into place. Accustomed to seeing your form and caressing your face. But when I needed comfort. I couldn't find you. No more swimming in blue oceans looking for the end of rising tides. It's time for a new adventure my heart is in need it something I can call mine.

Love always, Esha <3

Help

Eyes closed 

Head bowed 

Hands clasped 

Knees touching the ground 

Prayers raised high 

That's why we are hopeful 

All the time

Because we know... 

Where are hope comes from 

Love always,  Esha <3

Lust for Money

Happiness doesn't start with money. Silver and gold doesn't satisfy the soul. Covered in gift wrap and tied with a little bow. Yet and still it fails to cover and heal the lack that people never show. Cash works for simple things like gas, rent and purchasing a wedding ring. But it can never buy love. It provides all the shiny objects we can think of... Let the light bounce off surfaces and twinkle in dim eyes. But it never penetrates the darkness inside. It's just the luster of money. 

Love always, Esha  <3

No Longer Weary

We're just now seeing the ball of glowing fire 

The red light is bright but nothing like fluorescence. 

It stings the eyes, it lights up the world,

It electrifies the soul, it burns out of control. 

The shinning rays touching cold skin gives the weary

A renewed reason to hope. 

And that’s why we stand at the cusp of a new day.

Love always, Esha

Laughter

 

Image by Prawny from Pixabay 

Why is it so hard to say, I love you? 

No matter the things we go through... 

I still care. 

And when you need a friend to be around. 

I will do my best to be there. 

No matter the cost. 

I'll pay your fare. 

Us together is the good time that keeps on giving. 

The laugh that should've stopped but keeps on going. 

Eyes slanted with tears of laughter and the grin of white teeth showing. 

Gut busting, knee slapping chuckles ensue. 

There is something awesome about being next to you. 

Our moments make life a little sweeter. 

No matter what kind of day I'm having... 

I'm always happier to see ya.  

Love always, Esha <3

Why I love you

Pull on loose heart strings

With a sigh of your voice

Through the tilt of your head

Via a weepy look in your clear eyes

Only you...

Can make hard shoulders slump forward

While rigid arms give way for a much needed hug

And that’s why I love you

Love always, Esha

Short Thought: Breath of God

I see it 

In the curve of your eyes 

A longing for a touch 

Just the breath 

The presence of God's love 

It ushers you 

To unknown paths 

In search of a blessing 

That no one can grab 

It must be given, relinquished, bestowed 

On willing, humble hands 

Love always, Esha 

Child of the King

Happy Resurrection Sunday 

You are valuable

Every hair on your head counted

All your triumphs and failures dearly noted

The black charcoal will soon turn into a diamond

When pressure is applied

And the shine of it will reflect off of dim places

Creating a light where none existed

You are the bright twinkle in the distance

Showing from a far

Signaling the lost and the down trodded

To a place and a person that is willing to hear them

Your prayers stand in the gap for many

A friend to those 

Who never had any person that cared

You are welcoming

Because your smile is always there

It checks on people and reassures them

That everything will be okay

Your eyes relate the truth with simple glances

Giving people hope for second chances

When you speak to others

And show concern for their well-being

Relating respect and kindness from the beginning

No matter the struggle

You find a way to be supportive

Being a blessing to others in their time of need

You are a child of the King

Jesus died so you could live more abundantly

Love always, Esha

Unlearned

I can not cry today. My eyes burn from the lessons I learned. But still I feel relieved. The things that I didn't know have come to comfort me. 

Love always, Esha 

My Flesh

this flesh,

my flesh is soft, succulent and brown

a hue passed down

from my Grandpappy

it’s moisture maintained by shea butter

these are the lips

that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes

full and shiny like the sunrise

hands that cradled

water from many streams

used to toil, eager to clean

these are the fingers

that knitted woven things

this flesh,

my flesh is soft, succulent and brown

a hue passed down

from my Grandpappy

but sometimes it betrays me

cute can turn angry with no food

it cries out:

feed me before i turn rude

always wanting what it can’t have

trading in the desires of the heart

for all the shortcuts that make the spirit sad

it specializes in hiding the good

within a shell of bad

elastic

like a rubber band

it snaps back

tighter than spandex jeans

but when wrinkles do come…

my skin will wear it

as a badge of honor

come and see

the signs of a life well lived

look at the temple that gave

and still gives

this flesh is my flesh

and it is what it is

Love always, Esha