Tag: body
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Chains
Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road…
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How To Get Over
How do I get over Feelings that make me cry? Hurt that stings the soul Love that doesn’t subside Even when the sky falls And your best friend dies At night my body is restless I’m trying to hold it all inside My heart says, More forward… Forgive but do not forget Live and let…
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Vulnerability
Vulnerability I want to feel love all around me as though my body were wrapped in clay. The cold sensation of drying porcelain covers an exposed, tearful soul. Now the wind and rain can’t touch the vulnerability I feel inside… The same insecurities, I have spent my entire life trying to hide. Love always, Esha…
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Thunder
Thunder He runs with the deadly, sublime thunder Burning through misty fixed air with predestined might Loving the look And the howling sound of rolling light He curtails his body to its quick movement Blending into the explosive glow against the expansive night Never knowing where he will end up But always ready…
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Thoughts: Lit Cigarette
Lit Cigarette I don’t know why a work shift drags like a lit cigarette puffed on by a chain smoker with decaying teeth. But today was the longest, most grueling 8 hours of a rather mundane life… Maybe it’s because I left my cash at home and labored through the duration of it hungry and…
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Small Thought: Sleep
Small Thought: Sleep I need sleep but sleep doesn’t need me. If I don’t receive enough of it… I turn angry. Enraged and caged into a body with no energy. So my body is weary. Too tired to carry it’s own weight. I need a bed for goodness sake but responsibility beckons me to wait.…
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Broken Spirit
Broken Spirit Often times we believe that the body is broken but really it’s the spirit. Love always, Esha <3
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Eye Drops
Eye Drops Water purifies the body But it can only provide moisture To the quenched palette of a lost dreamerThere is no relief for the weary of spirit Only a robust speech that elavates the mind Can flush sore eyes of borrowed expectations Love always, Esha <3
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