Sounds Like Poetry

What is poetry to me? 

It is love 

And everything in-between 

Whether it is two heart forever intertwined 

Or a neck colliding with a bee sting 

It equates to so much 

But at the same time it feels like nothing

It unravels me like a rope 

With dangling cords 

It's flies high like eagles 

It midday soars 

It lives in a kiss 

Till breath falls short 

And it breaths no more 

No matter the cause 

It exists to be adored

Poetry is something worth fighting for 

Because it is and has always been my love

Love always, Esha

Been Gone

Sorry I've been gone for awhile 

I've been working, praying, staying focused 

Driving quickly to the next place 

Getting over the traumas of yesterday 

While utilizing every second that leads to a new tomorrow 

Preparing for the unseen blessings 

And challenges that set my heart ablaze 

Building the bricks of contentment one row at a time 

While fighting for a day and a moment that is truly mine 



Love always, Esha  

Battlefield of Dreams

Ball up your fist and punch. You anticipated the arrival of this moment all your life. To fight for what you believe in. To stand on the battlefield of dreams. To shed sweat, blood and tears on the ground that will determine the outcome of future generations that have yet to set eyes on the world as we know it. So give it all you got. The struggle is spiritual but the aftermath is impossible to quantify. 

Love always, Esha 

Travel With Hope

 

Photo by karolzielinski1996 

 

Ride on 

Move forward

Traverse to destinations unseen 

Only experienced in dreams 

Inch closer to the desires 

Placed in your heart 

Push through valleys

Pedal up mountaintops 

Thrive in the midst of the wilderness

Sail over running rapids 

As robust waterways swell 

Let the dirt road 

Build the level of your endurance 

The challenge will make you reach higher 

The time spent fighting will make you travel lighter

Because smooth highways 

And byways are meant for driving 

But it is the difficult terrain that builds us 

Shaping our hard days 

Into faith and trust 

Creating a spirit than can withstand 

The journey in no man's land 

Love always, Esha <3

Chains

 

Photo by Miguel u00c1. Padriu00f1u00e1n 

Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road but it’s worth the fight.

Love always, Esha 

Rider: Stormy Weather

Photo by Andre Furtado from Pexels

Will you still believe? When the cracks in the sidewalk break up the street? When salty tears fall like acidic rain? Fighting through the rumbling of stomach pain. I’m just curious… When the thunder strikes and things aren’t right? Will you be there? Bordering on the edge of nothingness and going nowhere. But in the cusp of the storm let a sista know that you still care.

Love always, Esha

Leaving Enemies

Photo by Brett Sayles

Don’t focus on the snares of the enemy. It just means your someone worth fighting. For every battle that’s won there is an opposing side. They attack with lethal precision. Hoping you fall to the waste side. Going after your character. Attempting to eat away at your insides.

Turning reality into fallacy for the purpose of twisted fantasy to create a monster out of you. That’s what haters do. They aim low and watch you sail high. As your swimming with the white doves. Their trying to touch the baby blue sky. But in order to reach you they have to elevate their mind. Pray and fast in overtime in search of the way. The love that was ignored in the past can be found today.

But warmongers get left behind. They are the residue of sadness that blessed souls left to move forward in time. Dust off your sandals and move. Your presence shouldn’t be wasted arguing with fools. But your enemies are people who pretended to be your friends. The truth starts when the fictitious rainbow ends.

Love always, Esha

Short Thought: Green

Photo by Esha Montgomery  

Green

We don't fight for noble hopes 

An equity unmatched sits outside 

Of closed doors unaware of it's existence 

We fight to be seen 

Even if it demands we flash green 

Much Love, Esha