This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
Drop the baggage at the door
You won't need old bags anymore
The suitcases of yesterday will weigh down your progress
Forget about the tomorrow that didn't arrive today
Move forward...
With every step you inch towards a future
That makes the struggle worth the time
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Let the naysayers talk?
What do they know about you?
Have they walked in your shoes?
Have they embraced your struggle?
You're made of flesh previously molded from clay
Pay no mind to the things haters say
They didn't create you
And their remarks and tidbits won't save you
So let the words multiply
Like smoke clouds darkening polluted air
Blackening clear sky
Taken in by unfortunate souls
What others call life
Is made inevitable
When negativity without hope takes control
People focused on the dislike of others
Lose sign of their goals
You were blessed to fly free
You're bigger than the adversary you face
Because when God is for you
It's easy to forgive others for their mistakes
Love always, Esha
When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a heavenly Father with cattle on a thousand hills and the things I am unable to do my God will. I gotta be honest. I gotta keep it real. Sometimes, it gets cold out here….
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Way Maker
You make the dream worthwhile. Creating and reinventing prayers that your love brought back in-style. By answering my desperate cries for help and letting me know that I’m not in the struggle by myself. You are the savior that the comics ignored. You are the way maker that the outcast adore. You are bigger than the gold that coats hardened hearts. You break the yoke of iniquity and set the captives free. And in my hour of need you comforted me. For that and so much more you are a true friend indeed.
Love always, Esha
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Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road but it’s worth the fight.
Love always, Esha
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| Photo by Esha Montgomery |
The food lives not
It was cut from the root
Drained of it substance
It breathes no longer
Seeking sunlight no more
It’s days of grazing ran short
It’s freedom to roam cut off
While the world turned
The breeze blew
Days went on
While life was taken to sustain another’s…
The calf grew strong
Love always, Esha
