Beneath the surface under rock and stone

Smiles and chillized faces

That linger in quite eyes and polite facades

Portraying empty expressions of a well polished soul

There’s this nagging, irritation that rests at the bottom of my heart

Of arguments and tears

Fights and bruises on mahogany skin

Screams from fear and anger

Broken feelings and displaced hate

Wondering if our circumstances is a consequence of chance or fate

Years later, tired lips plead for you to come back home

To awake for the sake of our Father’s prayers

And my desire to make things right

Where are you now?

Are you still alive?

Are you in your right frame of mind?

Would it make a difference if I said, I’m sorry?

Prodigal son strayed far from the block we grew up on

I miss you now

I think about you often

Staring into the distance

Sitting on cracked cement stairs that led to nowhere

But at the end of the steps

I find the healing that I never knew I needed

And eventually I pray that one day they will

Bring me closer to understanding you

There is a wilderness made of pain, resentment and wild brush

No matter what I did I could never come out whole

To afraid of facing the hunger and cold

Never desiring to sit with my own thoughts

Worrying that my search for the truth would leave me lost

Beneath the surface under rock and stone

Smiles and chiseled faces

That linger in quite eyes and polite facades

Portraying empty expressions of a well polished soul

Love always, Esha