This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
Thankful is an understatement when you’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel. All the darkness you’ve been through falls away. The expectation of kindness is returned to its rightful place. And peace returns to dreams unbridled by fervent passion.
Love always, Esha
I read this poem to my Father on his death bed. He always loved hearing my poetry and I loved being his daughter. This is a poem for anyone who has lost someone very dear to their heart.
My Prayer
Y’all don’t understand,
I’m gonna pray till the mercy falls down from heaven
Like misty, silky rain
I looked the angel of death in its eye
Still, I call on the Lord o my soul
I see Your glory even now
Hear me in the depth
And the solitude of my despair
Let the words from my humble, cracked, tear covered lips
Touch your ear
Pull me in once again
Bring me near!
Hold me close
You created the moon
You gave formation to stars
You are higher than mountains,
Your son walked on water
Your holiness bestows love on the loveless
You see the heart of man and you touch it still
You anoint those who seek you diligently
I kneel before the throne
I beseech you for mercy
And blessings beyond understanding
Let a miracle be done
So I can carry the good news to all those I meet
Y’all don’t understand,
I’m gonna pray till the mercy falls down from heaven
Like misty, silky rain
Love always, Esha
A turquoise view through painted glass
Exists for me and you
Look out the window
Icy wind blows,
The hooting and howling
Can be heard down the block
Where the sidewalk is slick
And men move like serpents
Whispering into open ears
Begging to be closer
Utilizing deception to be near
Mahogany branches sway on mighty trees here
But never leave, bark keeps them rooted
Till their presence is cut off
Time passes…
But the plants remain the same
Not affected by snow
Doused by the rain
Maintaining and growing
Even when the world undergoes change
Rings etched into the base like hopeful reminders
Of a future ever blooming
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
We live with the hope of awakening to the sight of better things. I know the power of the unseen. Everyday, we sow a precious mustard seed. Faith makes our hearts full. Prayer makes our gardens lush and green. Sometimes the blessings lie in waiting.
Love always, Esha <3
What is liberty?
Is it the ability to determine your future?
The right to make up your own mind
The leisure to make medical decisions free form coercion
Is it tied to selecting a career of your own choosing?
Does it lose validity if the path is picked for you?
Can freedom be limited by the venues you can or can't frequent?
Or is it inalienable rights passed down through citizenship?
What does liberty feel like?
Does it go on smooth like lotion
Or does it go down bitter like unsweetened poison?
When liberty is denied its existence becomes a notion
Love always, Esha <3
Never be mad about the pain that made you better. Life is the sum of your experiences over the passage of time affected by the scope of your actions and inaction. So your lessons become your biggest blessings in the end.
Love always, Esha
