This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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We were close before
But distance came between us
Yes the feeling of love wouldn't leave us
And prayer lead us closer to a warm embrace
Before I knew you through a shallow lens
Know I recognize your face
You are the other half I never knew I needed
When others fail to understand
We are in agreement
Jesus is our base
And our foundation is strong
The second around with praise as our song
Love always, Ayesha
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
We don't need to look for love
Running in circles for a connection that's already there
Chasing down relationship
When Jesus always cared
Looking to experience temporary feelings
When you need something to last an eternity
Cheeks previously stained by tears
Seek soft kisses that rarely stay
Tender for a moment
Only to go away
We all need a love that will last forever
And always
Till Next Time, Esha
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The feeling dissipates
But I still remember the warmth
I still crave the moment
Looking for the next opportunity
Safe from harm
To be well thought of
And loved in return
Yearning and turning in desolate places
Aching to see and experience friendly faces
Hopefully a day will arrive
And I will be held in an embrace
That makes my lonely years fade away
The feeling dissipates
But I still remember the warmth
I still crave the moment
Choosing isolation
And silent discretion over having a hand to hold
But as of late...
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It starts off small
A flame
That the cold, wind and rain
Can't extinguish
Questions follow:
Can I be redeemed?
Does Christ love me?
Is faith enough?
Maintained by hope
Nourished by the pages of a Bible
That are ever turning
But to believe
Your growth is tied up in learning
And yearning for the grace of God
He will pick you up
The Holy Ghost will comfort you
And Jesus will clean your wounds
You are not abandoned
And most importantly you are not forgotten
You are the sheep that the Shepard refused to leave behind
Every need you have supplied
You will have a friend in Jesus for the rest of your life
So when the world resents you
And casts you aside...
Just know that you are aided by the King of Kings
It starts off small
A flame
That the cold, wind and rain
Can't extinguish
Then it grows
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He’s missing again
NO calls
NO text
Only emptiness
Hangs in the void
He’s been MIA
Since he was a little boy
Days turned to nights
And nights turned to days
Weeks at a time combined into months
Months turned into years
Sometimes, I would look for him
In the highways and byways
Of cities to big for me to search alone
Leaving the comfort of my bed
To bring my long lost sibling back home
Even after all these years…
I’ll still look for you
Walking through mud, hiding behind staircases
Checking bus stops that never end,
Newspaper articles and old friends
And when looking is not enough…
I cling to the only safety I know
I’ll pray for your safe return
Holding a Bible with torn pages in shaking hands
Hoping for a miracle in no man’s land
Knowing in my fluttering heart that I’ll see you again
Love always, Esha
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Peace, ease, laughter and hope
The beautiful of the moment
And the time to cope
Surrounded and wrapped in dreams
That knows no bounds
Prayers sent to heaven
From quivering lips, dripping in hope
And answered with love
For once to know my tears, struggles and triumph
Are well thought of
I was fashioned and designed for a special reason
While I thought Jesus didn't care about my pain...
He was just waiting for me
To enter the right season
Love always, Esha
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Every time I'm convinced that I should give up. I'm pulled back in. Shaken and stirred by your love. Encouraged by your grace. Strengthened by your patience. Moved by your kindness and love. Surrounded by your beauty. And reminded in your word that I'm not alone. Jesus has brought me a mighty long way.
Love always, Esha
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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
Jesus is so good.
When I am in trouble, when my heart is in need he comforts me.
Showing love and mercy.
I'm glad I have a friend that will never leave
Love always, Esha <3
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Good gracious, Lord have mercy
Cover me in your grace
Wrap me in your love
Turn me not from your face
I have sinned
Again and again
Dug, deep, dark trenches
For the hearts and souls
Of good men
Knowing I could never
Care for them
I get it in
Impaired evenings lavished
With Dom Perignon, fast food and gin
At some point
Ya gonna speak
Only so many times
You can kiss on a man’s neck
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
Our words fall short
They collapse before I love you
Breaking like a vase hitting the floor
We wonder bout the meaning be hide it all..
How to find the closeness of connection?
Without stuttering in the moment when we receive an urgent call
Only to realize that at times we are a bit too harsh on ourselves
On cloudy days we all need a bit of help
Love always, Esha
Checkout my podcast Hope Speaks to hear this poem
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Cherish your loved ones while you can
Kiss their rosey checks
Hold their precious hand
Speak uplifting words in the hour tribulation
Pray with them
Let them know that you can sympathize
Show a warmth to express
That you understand
When the wind beats at their worn door
Stand beside them as a friend
The things that we forget we did
Mean something in the end
So cherish your loved ones while you can
Give them wild flowers
And provide them with hope
That a tired heart can comprehend
Because no one wants to be alone
When the hard days come
The good time Sally and John are cool
Until the lightening strikes
It’s those moments when you want a caring soul to check on you
And make sure you’re alright
Love always, Esha
The hardest thing to is forgive. You may forget times and places but you always remember how someone made you feel. There is no hurt more painful than losing the hope for positive interactions. When people make us feel bad we internalize that pain. And many take it out on themselves. By believing that they are deserving of poor treatment and wicked words.
Some connections are so broken that communication became improbable. Beyond arguing and yelling there is nothing of value that can be shared between enemies unready to bury the hatchet. How do you let go of the disappointment caused by a relationship gone sour? How do you my move forward with a friend that betrayed your trust? How do you hit pause on the grievances initiated by family gossip?
But at the core of it all, you have to remember that moving on is the best remedy for healing. If you hold on too long... It's possible that you may go down with a sinking ship that's filled to the brim with emotional disdain. Swimming in sadness is the answer for many of us. I have seen people drink the bottle dry. Pop pills till their higher than the afternoon sky. Sniff coke till their noses turn red and they get the sniffles.
Though it alleviates the sting of discomfort. But this does little to remedy the loss of trust. Drugs and alcohol are unable to address the ache in the heart of man. That's why I stopped smoking. I found myself at the end of the blunt and wondered quietly, Why don't I feel better?
It's healthier to deal with life from a sober perspective because the world medicates emotional pain but that solves nothing. So cry your tears. Ask your questions? Read books, dance, sing and shout. Fall down, dust yourself off and figure it out. Because life ain't easy but giving up instead of overcoming distress is much harder.
It is my long held belief that forgiveness starts one step at a time. But it truly takes effect when you forgive yourself. Because the things we endure have a way of intensifying the way we see ourselves for better or for worse. That's why it's best to view yourself the way Jesus does. Or at least try too. His love is never ending. He is loyal beyond the stretch of the imagination. He leaves the 99 to go after the lost sheep and rejoices when it's found. Because He cares for us more than we could ever conceive. So if you think about it, forgiveness is necessary in order to love and live a fuller, happier life.
Love always, Esha
P.S. Check out my podcast Hope Speaks for the new episode Rant on Relationships
You give me hope beyond tomorrow
Pushing me to move past the trials of yesterday
You are the sunlight cutting through the storm
Shine on my day once again
And make my cold heart warm
Your love is sweet poetry to tuned out ears
Inch closer to me with all the kind words
My lonely heart has longed to hear
Hold me in your gentle palms
Bring me near
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Time isn't afforded to us. It is a privilege to those willing to take it no matter the cost they pay. But I find my mind wandering and searching through vague thoughts that send radiating sadness down my spine. Looking at puddles of dirty water that still reflects me. Hardly a day goes by that I don't think about my former life. The good, bad and ugly memories spin and release film that sours my stomach yet brings joyful yet bitter tears to heavy lids. I will ring the bell of triumph and joy when freedom rings. These days I see much sun but the rays have failed to reach my heart. It beats for moments and times that are long gone. How do I fly above the circumstances that have grounded me? The peace that once comforted my soul has dwindled to a small glowing ember. I hold onto its warmth with both hands. My palms may burn but I grip it still. Praying the meager fire will grow and expand once again. In the depth of my despair, I pray that Jesus hears me. He is my comforter, protector and greatest friend. Time has never changed his love. His kind gestures remain the same. I will run towards the only salvation I know. This life is short but the struggle never gets old. Let my cries reach his open ears. Let my tears be wiped by his skilled hands. Let my hardened heart unfold and blossom like roses in the springtime. May each petal shine with the dew drops of sparkling hope renewed.
Love always, Esha
You bring me back to a familiar yet unknown place. It's the breath of you. The movement of your steady words. The feel of your uneasy truth. The way you calm the riffs in the cliff of my soul.
Hold me... till I can no longer let go. Because I run from the feeling of love. And I clamor at the stoop of rejection. There is no hope at the end of a rope that burns tender palms. But you keep on pulling me back in. Telling me that I can't get through a difficult situation without breaking a little.
You treat my wounds with aloe and salve. Then wrap my hands with bandages and gauze, covered in hope. Telling me that I'm one of your chosen that despite my faults I am loved beyond measure. That my heart is an oasis and my time is treasured... And that's why I call you my redeemer.
Love always, Esha
