This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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Here's the key
I promise the door is always open
My mind is disappointed
But my heart is hoping
I nearly gave up on searching
Till I picked up the pieces that were broken
All the while I pray that you come home
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Love always, Ayesha
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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
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There you are shinning
Like free sunlight twinkling
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...
People seek to inspire
For financial gain
With no desire to help people that have lost everything
The truth spreads like wildfire
Like a sore that wasn't treated
Or a friendship
Gone bad
People search the closest inspiration
They can grab
Rarely questioning the sender
And poor intent
But surviving off fake cures should never pay the rent
A couple days go by and the quick money
Is past the point of spent
Self help, motivational speech and guru's
Linked up with the who's who
Fail to address the problem
And churches devoid of pay per view miracles
For something that will feed the soul
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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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Come to Thoughtful Words Poetry Workshop On March 29st@ Racine Library 6:00-8:00 PM
Have fun writing poetry and eating refreshments with a group of like minded poets. Can’t wait to see you there.
Love always, Esha
Eventbrite tickets below:
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/thoughtful-words-poetry-workshop-tickets-557553566727
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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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Bright green grass bends with ease and grace
Latching on to the qualms of the day
Swaying with the embrace of the wind
Cool desires drench happy blades with ease
The brown, hard soil cracks underfoot
Meanwhile, aged, off-white feathers grip the open air
Catching the warmth of endless sunlight
Boundaries of earth melt away here
Let the blue sky spread out before you
Scale the height of it
Take in the baby blue majesty
Live in the moment
Shape your body effortlessly to flow in it
Feel the passive breath lifting you higher and higher
Now is the beginning of a new tomorrow
Live for today
Plan for the future you are unable to see
Be eager in flight
Sailing and soaring to unseen destinations
In territories that curious souls dare to know
Faith will take you to places
That fear never will
Love always, Esha
Come to Thoughtful Words Poetry Workshop On March 1st @ Racine Library 75 7th St, Racine, WI 53403
6:00-8:00 PM
Have fun writing poetry and eating refreshments with a group of like minded poets. Can't wait to see you there.
Love always, Esha
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Start over, fix things that are out of place, correct the things that left you broken. Pencils have erasers for a reason. Don't be afraid to use them. Love always, Esha
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Hope is the seed planted that grew into a tree that few expected to blossom. But now it provides fruit and comfort to all those who need a safe space to unwind.
Love always, Esha
Take the time to put the work in. People may not see it. Those who do may not respect it. But in the end your blood, sweat and tears will pay off. Because hard work is its own reward and the skills you cultivate from perfecting your craft will mean more than an easy road to success. The beautiful of life is in the journey. Enjoy the small victories.
Love always, Esha
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The storm won’t last
You will prevail
God is in the midst
