I’ve been working through some things lately…
Once again, I stand with sorrow
And no dreams for tommorrow in my destitue heart
It pains me like a jabbing feeling in the back of my neck.
Every morning is a difficult reality of a life spent in sadness.
But a twinkling light full of tender mercy shines
Through the corner of my dirty window.
Is it God or an haulinaction?
If it’s not real then why does it give me hope?
But in my soul I wonder…
How could God love an outcast?
Even though I am grown
I still hold bruises from the rocks that were thrown
The taunting still haunts me
I drunk all my wine
Tipsy didn’t numb the hurt
And wasted didn’t numb my mind
Dysfunctional, weird, unusual, alien like were words used to describe me
But all I ever wanted was someone to be kind
Love always, Esha ❤