This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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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Take me to your island
Where I can bask in the sweet sun
Swing in the night breeze
And frolic until my work is done
Just breath easy
No expectation for the anticipation
Of conversation
In truth, I want to rest
Experience joy, peace and happiness
No hurt in my voice
No ache in my chest
An end to the shakiness of breath
Where is the curve in the rainbow
Does it wait for me?
In the midst of this craziness
Can a misunderstood soul
Discover the bedrock of tranquility?
Sleep anxious body
Lay down your nervous flesh
You’ve held on long enough
Too tired to be emotional
Too emotional to be tough
So take me to your island
Where I can bask in the sweet sun
Swing in the night breeze
And frolic until my work is done
Twist and turn on a path outlined by cleared foliage
It leads through the bush
To a shoreline that sore soles need
Play in the warm sand
Drip excited toes in refreshing water
Afterward laugh and smile
Forget my troubles for a little while
This is my day to be free
Live with comfort
Wind down with ease
The ebb and flow of palm trees is a sight to behold
They gave pause to a worried mind
And silence to a complex feeling
Their leaves shift from side to side
Yet the bark stands tall
Love always, Esha
Your house was made months in advance with care and consideration. It will last for decades more. Because love is the mortar that lies between burnt red bricks. And the shingled roof is reinforced with hope and painted with sweet day dreams. Your lawn is watered by bliss morning showers. Your garden is fertilized by prayers. Every morning, you arise and look out the window… The sun is always there.
Love always, Esha
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
