Unknown Place

You bring me back to a familiar yet unknown place. It's the breath of you. The movement of your steady words. The feel of your uneasy truth. The way you calm the riffs in the cliff of my soul.

Hold me... till I can no longer let go. Because I run from the feeling of love. And I clamor at the stoop of rejection. There is no hope at the end of a rope that burns tender palms. But you keep on pulling me back in. Telling me that I can't get through a difficult situation without breaking a little.

You treat my wounds with aloe and salve. Then wrap my hands with bandages and gauze, covered in hope. Telling me that I'm one of your chosen that despite my faults I am loved beyond measure. That my heart is an oasis and my time is treasured... And that's why I call you my redeemer. 



Love always, Esha 

Difficult Situations

 


Sometimes you have to figure out difficult situations fast. Pick up the pieces, laugh at the irony and keep trucking along. As you build your faith, the yoke becomes light and the burden is easy. So let the creases in the corners of your mouth perk up. Because a genuine smile is better than sunshine on rye bread. It rains on the just and the unjust no one can deny the downpour. But joy waits on the other side for those who persevere.


Love always, Esha <3

Short Thought: Nowhere Special

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What is love without kindness?

It's empty promises spread out over time

That lead to nowhere


Love always, Esha <3

Brief Letter to My Ex

Are you still there?

After all this time…

I believed that you left our dreams by the waste side

I was under the impression

That you had forgotten the outline of my face

Locked in a different time

Dictated by the contradictions of an unknown place

It’s good to see that the impression of my love

Is still on your mind

Still… I’m surprised

That your heart wasn’t capsized

And captured by another

Years later, you see me as a friend and former love

For that reason and so many more,

I wish you well

I want you to have more friends than you can count

And more stories than you can tell

You deserve the moon, stars and the night sky they sit in

Because your kindness is indicative

Of a person that should always win

So despite our separation,

I’m pulling for you

I want to see happy and healthy

While in pursuant of a good life

Never settle for a person that’s not treating you right

Because your wild ex-girlfriend said so!

Love always, Esha

Why I love you

Pull on loose heart strings

With a sigh of your voice

Through the tilt of your head

Via a weepy look in your clear eyes

Only you...

Can make hard shoulders slump forward

While rigid arms give way for a much needed hug

And that’s why I love you

Love always, Esha

Much Needed Rest

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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

Battlefield of Dreams

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