Category: grow
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Polaroids of a Lighthouse
I admit I’m not the same women in the Polaroids anymore. I had to change to survive. To hold onto to the light that I thought had died. I spent time fighting to survive. Every note I sung off-key. Every quit moment full of contemplation and maybes. I still fill up with thoughts or you.…
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Honest Thoughts on Compassion
As of late, I have been absent from this blog. I felt the need to give myself time to mourn. I learned that it is a long and tedious process that can’t be rushed or ignored. For a year and a half, I fought my emotions, worked out, laughed, cried and tried to make sense…
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Small Thoughts: Change
Sometimes you outgrow people and they can’t recognize that you changed. Love always, Esha <3
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Complicated Love
If I truly love someone then it never goes away. It may transform, grow or diminish. But the traces of it will stain the collar of white shirts. Leaving marks on glass drink-ware that has transparent dreams. My love is like a sweater coming undone. A loose string tugged too hard can unravel the sleeves.…
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Rock Steady
I want that rock steady loveWhat you doing?What you thinking of?Type of love The feeling that you craveReminiscent of stars shinning from aboveDrenched in the cover of twilightAnd grinning smiles You make my midnight blissYou make my morning worth whileI’m gonna love you like vinyl recordsIt’s never going out of style I’m going to hold…
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Round of Applause
I’m not here to talk about the past. I’m more concerned about the future. But people who failed to move forward always concentrate on the woes of yesterday. As though the present turned to ash and faded away. But you know how that goes those who don’t learn fail to understand the path of one…
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Moisture Again
It is spread out in sparse patches over dry land. Growing and waning with drought. Stretching towards a bright sun. The ground cracks and breaks like broken skin touched by burning fire. Balm is needed. A salve could heal it but only rain from the sky above will do. Just like love, water heals and…
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Stubborn Heart
There’s something wonderful about a stubborn heart. It beats when no one expects it to. It pushes in spite of insidious circumstances. Seeking unconditional love when the length of caring has run its course. Grasping onto straws that slip out of moist hands. Yet it continues to swim in the bliss of reverie. And that’s…
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