Photo by James Wheeler on Pexels.com The path that led me here was filled with bristles, bounders and uncertainty I walked it alone Far from familiar surroundings with no place to call home But kept moving none the less There are days when I wonder why the sun beats down? Pressuring me with it's bright … Continue reading Hard Path
Standing At The Cusp
Photo by S Migaj on Pexels.com We're just now seeing the ball of glowing fire Rising over the mountain top The red light is bright but nothing like fluorescence It stings the eyes, it lights up the world, It electrifies the soul, it burns out of control The shinning rays touching cold skin gives the … Continue reading Standing At The Cusp
Seeing the contours of your face is a pleasure to me You give me hope beyond tomorrow Pushing me to move past the trials of yesterday You are the sunlight cutting through the storm Love always, Esha ❤
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com 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 … Continue reading Moisture Again
The Gift of Prayer
My auntie died two weeks ago and it hit me hard. It feels like every time I come up for air, my naive lungs take in water. But nevertheless, I have come to the reality that time is not guaranteed. It is only granted to blessed souls for a limited amount of time. And when … Continue reading The Gift of Prayer
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