This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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Outside
don't want to be outside in the winter time
The roof is solid
The heated water is on
The walls know many secrets
But tell no tales
The frost is ice cold
The chill is beautiful
As it changes the warm air to fog
Still I stoke the fire by throwing logs
By Esha
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You can feel the pressure but not succumb to the heat
Be hopeful and steadfast no matter what you see
Because the path is narrow
But that doesn't make it absent of debris
God can open doors no man can close
Because He has the key
Love always, Esha<3
What can a warm hand do for a frozen heart?
It can’t make it pump blood
But maybe it can give it the courage to start…
Compassion lit a fire under icy sentiments
That grew rock solid with the arrival of spring
Who is us?
In the midst of disgust
Do we keep on believing
Does hurt only last for a season?
It is only temporary for a soul willing to heal
Why hold on to the pitfalls of yesterday?
If tomorrow arrivals still?
You are the perfect example of what happens
When determination meets will
Because a conflicted heart still has the ability to feel
If you allow it too
The old things will be replaced
And the broken thing will work as though it were new
You would be amazed by what love without apprehension can do
Love always, Esha
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The warmth generated by the candle sways with desire. It burns with intensity, wax melts under the strain of the fire's all consuming beauty. The wick is eaten by the flame of the present circumstance. But the memory of the smell will stick around forever. The hot intensity of a dream igniting is enough to wake any slumbering soul.
Love always, Esha <3
