Category: pieces
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Looking
Searching forever searching For the piece that’s missing A jigsaw that lacks completion Grasping at random moments that never fit Only to come up with thoughts That fail to fill spaces devoid of peace Love always, Esha
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Puzzles
It leaves minds tired Hands twisted Feet confused Pieces lost in dialect Hidden on the floor While thoughts spill And slip into the cracks Of old forgotten insecurities never filled It is left on the table Until an urge to complete the unfinished task returns again Irritation sets in Frustration sets in Life breaks into…
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Unsolved
Why does the easy things seem hard? Why do the hard things seem easy? And the things we can’t change are the most complicated piece of it all. Like a rubik’s cube with 3 solid colors while the other sides remain unsolved. It may not make sense now. But one day when the dust has…
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X-ray Vision
Sometimes when we look at people. We only see the surface of who they are. We don’t see the little broken pieces floating around within. There are no x-ray glasses to see a torn soul. We can only witness the hurt people permit us to see. Love always, Esha <3
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Crazy Traffic
It don’t have to make sense now. The pieces may not add up. There are gaps in the scene. Broken moments of triumph that show painted truth covered by the mirage. But one day all the things that you didn’t understand will show themselves clearly in your rear-view. Until then let your hair blow in…
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Difficult Situations
Sometimes you have to figure out difficult situations fast. Pick up the pieces, laugh at the irony and keep trucking along. As you build your faith, the yoke becomes light and the burden is easy. So let the creases in the corners of your mouth perk up. Because a genuine smile is better than sunshine…
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Hard To Break
Thousands of miles separate distant hearts A space that missed and longed for you Is within arm’s reach but still so far away Arguments, tense conversations, childhood trauma and broken dreams Left us hurt but speechless How can a soul piece together pressure and stress that it can’t comprehend? Years of words that went unspoken,…
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God: A True Friend
When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a…
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