On gray days
When sun rays can’t seem to reach me
I get sad from a lack of trying
Then denying
And whining
As I hear the call of my ambitions
Echoing through the distance
My pride responds back,
I’m tired, I can’t do that
It’s too hard, it’ll never work
If I try, I will fall
If I skin my knee it will hurt
I gotta put me first
Even if I wrap myself in a blanket
Of self pity that fails to break my fall
I done been up and down in my life
And this here… Ain’t living at all.
I’m wind too tight
If a line has too much tension
The fish won’t bite
But if I never go to bank
Too afraid of the overcast
My spirit will die
My pride responds back,
I’m tired, I can’t do that
It’s too hard, it’ll never work
If I try, I will fall
If I skin my knee it will hurt
Because I won’t deal with the inside
Running from the insight on the things
That make me hide
Encouraging me to crumble instead of fight
Giving me reason to cling
To the embrace of an empty life
Empowering me to ignore the torment of the day
But this is my season
The pink velvety rose takes in shimmering sun shine
Waiting to be pollinated by traveling bees
Sporting buzzers and patience
To touch the dream
As roots take in warm water
That fell when the sun
Was covered by gray clouds
Love always, Esha ❤
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