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
Hard To Break
Photo by Lopsan on Pexels.com 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 … Continue reading Hard To Break
Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com We look for the light Praying for the shine of an incandescent glow That flickers in the darkness of eternal night Then here comes the smoke... Like grey hills rolling over brick laced chimney tops It creates smog and gives off warmth Burning red logs on an orange inferno … Continue reading Grey Hills
Cease Fire Where are the peaceful days? That were once filled with wonder, unexpected miracles and games. I pray their not be hide me. I search the tumbleweed torn desert for a bit of rain. Fall on an open spirit once again. Bring the roaring thunder, bring the charging wind. Until reality creeps in... And … Continue reading Cease Fire
Lately, I've been playing with cinquain poems. I hope you enjoy. Photo by Chris LeBoutillier on Pexels.com Hard Air smoke clouds form over hard living unable to breath easy air. Always Love, Esha ❤
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