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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| Photo by haalkab |
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
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Spicy words taste like Tabasco dreams
Speak jalapeno to me
Like cayenne peppers blowing back sweltering heat
Speak sriracha to me
Like hot sauce mixed with red chili’s and vinegar
Desiring a feeling of numb lips
Brought on by scorching truth
You can never be hotter than the searing sun
It shines for the world but bows to the Son
Yet I look toward the zesty flavor
Which burns with the fiery and passion of words spoken
With a hint of sizzling mustard sauce
It can not be cooled down by milk
It’s fire is tangy
Ignited by the truth of the Holy Ghost
Clearing the pathway to closed doors
Giving light to dark spaces
Changing the temperature and atmosphere
That’s why I like heat
Speak sriracha to me
Love always, Esha
