This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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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
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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It's okay now. The tears have created something beautiful. My time for happiness has arrived the the blossoming of fresh flowers in April and May. Sad days have been washed away. And peaceful moments are here to stay. That's why it's okay.
Love always, Esha
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Why is it so hard to say, I love you?
No matter the things we go through...
I still care.
And when you need a friend to be around.
I will do my best to be there.
No matter the cost.
I'll pay your fare.
Us together is the good time that keeps on giving.
The laugh that should've stopped but keeps on going.
Eyes slanted with tears of laughter and the grin of white teeth showing.
Gut busting, knee slapping chuckles ensue.
There is something awesome about being next to you.
Our moments make life a little sweeter.
No matter what kind of day I'm having...
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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
Ball up your fist and punch. You anticipated the arrival of this moment all your life. To fight for what you believe in. To stand on the battlefield of dreams. To shed sweat, blood and tears on the ground that will determine the outcome of future generations that have yet to set eyes on the world as we know it. So give it all you got. The struggle is spiritual but the aftermath is impossible to quantify.
Love always, Esha
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The road is long
The battle is arduous
But despite the journey that lies ahead of us
We all need a real friend
Someone that cares
Wipes away tears
And covers our fears with laughter
We all need someone worthwhile to talk too
And for me
That person is
And has always been you
Love always, Esha
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Will you still believe? When the cracks in the sidewalk break up the street? When salty tears fall like acidic rain? Fighting through the rumbling of stomach pain. I’m just curious… When the thunder strikes and things aren’t right? Will you be there? Bordering on the edge of nothingness and going nowhere. But in the cusp of the storm let a sista know that you still care.
Love always, Esha
