Category: cry

• February 22, 2022

  My Flesh

  this flesh, my flesh is soft, succulent and brown a hue passed down from my Grandpappy it’s moisture maintained by shea butter these are the lips that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes full and shiny like the sunrise hands that cradled water from many streams used to toil, eager to clean these are the…
• December 10, 2021

  Ten Toes Down

  This poem is dedicated to my Dad. Ten Toes Down I reach for my phone to dial you at home… only to realize you’re gone. I tried to forget about you. My heart wanted to move on, but I get lost playing hopscotch on the number of our memories. I’m at a thousand, but I…
• October 14, 2021

  Whistle

  Whistle Can you hear it? The loud cry of a high pitched whistle It hovers over growing grass It sits still for a second then rises above Like floating dreams Easing by in the dipping tides of love We listen for the sound Until Next Time, Esha <3
• August 4, 2021

  Short: Unanswered Questions

  Just Thinking… Unanswered Questions How long is too long to be crying? Is there an expiration date That reduces the time spent on hurt? Submerged in the deep blue ocean Created by water works. Love always, Esha <3
• September 1, 2020

  Sometimes I’m Short on Words

  Sometimes I’m Short on Words sometimes i cry with no rhyme or reason sometimes i scream with no excruciating hurt that draws blood sometimes i break like chinaware hitting a unforgiving floor with no excuse for why i fell sometimes i yell at the broken mirror desperate for something more a dream worth living and…
• July 20, 2020

  Battle Cry

  Battle Cry you struggle, i struggle, we struggle because we’re family it hurts me to see you trying so desperately don’t hide the anguish you feel inside let the world hear your battle cry   If you enjoyed this post… If you would like to see more… Please like, share, comment and subscribe – Much…
• June 19, 2020

  Happy Juneteenth

  Happy Juneteenth On June 19th 1865 we heard the chime of freedom 2 years of sweet reluctant truth… reached enslaved ears in Galveston, Texas elation soared in tow with archangels and they blew a golden trumpet for us beyond the frightful barks of German Shepard’s bullet shells and exuberant hymns was still peace… no more…
• May 22, 2020

  Sweet Mist

  Sweet Mist   hi shower, it’s me again  our last session was marvelous  you are my spa, healer, emotionally detached friend and confidant    vapor detoxified my soul flowing water cascaded down mahogany skin  undulating music sailed through open air  as i swayed to the beat    invisible mic in my unyielding hand  goodness all…