Category: growth
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But Now
I wanna call your number But I won’t I wanna text your line But I won’t Would love to spend some time But there’s no use Because we’ve grown apart Like the ground and the sky We don’t mix Like oil and water We were a dream But you stayed awake There was a time…
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Bloom
We move through phases Like seedlings growing into plants Taking in sun, water and oxygen To grow In the springtime, we will bloom into the unknown Love always, Ayesha
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Never Dry
Your hands fail to catch it Your body longs for it Your ears hear it falling Your eyes search for it’s translucent form Plants grow toward the sun And wait for relief Deer eat grass And run towards the stream Water restores and maintains the body It is nourishing Giving ease to stained muscles And…
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Fearless
I wrote this poem as I was reflecting on the lessons I learned from my childhood. Only the children know About the trends Discovering the rainbow’s end Creating new friends And sustaining a connection with the old Moving fearless And being bold We forget about chances we should take As we grow old In truth…
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Chains and Change
It’s freedom wrapped in chains To exist without making a wrong turn To feel the fire but escape the burn To experience difficult lessons Grown from them and learn Love always, Esha
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Writing Poetry
Poems write themselves Like heartbreak creating tears Courage driving away doubt and fear The pen moves like water Across a tin rooftop During a rainstorm And the heavy flow refuses to stop Forever dripping words of beauty and truth Tales of hope Moments centered around growth And the follies of youth Poems write themselves As…
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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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