Photo by EKATERINA BOLOVTSOVA on Pexels.com Start over, fix things that are out of place, correct the things that left you broken. Pencils have erasers for a reason. Don't be afraid to use them.Love always, Esha ❤
End Of My Rope
Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com I've sought out a piece of peace in strange places. Back alleys, smoke, empty bottles and worn out faces. With age I have prayed for relief. Eased burden and freedom from trauma that hangs on my shoulders like weights attached to chains. I listen to them bang and clang … Continue reading End Of My Rope
Photo by Jose Uribe on Pexels.com It comes Suddenly goes Screaming At times loud like thunder Then all at once silent Like the grave Doesn't know etiquette Ignored the notion to behave Like a bass It bellows Like a light It radiants Some call it hard For some it is fast Like peddles on the … Continue reading Freight Train
I Hate You
Photo by Lisa Fotios on Pexels.com I hate you And I love you And that's the problem we face How do I forgive you? If no one else can take your place? You must be irreplaceable. Love always, Esha ❤
Sometimes silence is better than mere words. A quiet place is a good space to be in. Love always, Esha ❤
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