Forgiving the Naysayers

Photot by kieutruongphoto

 

Let the naysayers talk? 

What do they know about you? 

Have they walked in your shoes? 

Have they embraced your struggle? 

You're made of flesh previously molded from clay 

Pay no mind to the things haters say 

They didn't create you 

And their remarks and tidbits won't save you 

So let the words multiply 

Like smoke clouds darkening polluted air 

Blackening clear sky 

Taken in by unfortunate souls 

What others call life 

Is made inevitable 

When negativity without hope takes control 

People focused on the dislike of others 

Lose sign of their goals 

You were blessed to fly free 

You're bigger than the adversary you face 

Because when God is for you 

It's easy to forgive others for their mistakes  

Love always, Esha 

Open Sky

Photo by Esha Montgomery 

 


Tell me the truth. So that I may taste it's fruit with lips birthed of flesh but full of promise. Let words of living water flow from a well that never runs dry. It is limitless like the open sky. 



Love, 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