Tag: walk

Missing

by Esha Montgomery, posted in bed, Bible, boy, Calling, city, day, end, friends, heart, home, hour, little, looking, MIA, never, newspaper, night, page, return, safe, sibling, Uncategorized, walk, years

Photo by mododeolhar on Pexels.com He's missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He's been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the … Continue reading Missing

Hard Path

by Esha Montgomery, posted in bright, chest, cold, day, distance, down, Esha Montgomery, eye, face, fear, guard, Light, poem, poetry, stalks, stop, sun, sun kissed, sunlight, sunshine, taste, teary eyed, Uncategorized, Wait, walk, walked, wind

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

Forgiveness

by Esha Montgomery, posted in beautiful, break, bright, day, Esha Montgomery, Eshadapoet, feet, fine, forgive, gold, poem, poetry, precious, Rain, rainwater, sand, short poem, silver, sun, sunshine, Uncategorized, walk

Photo by Jose Aragones on Pexels.com More precious than gold or silver  Valuable like rain in the desert  Glistening in the sun like shells wasted on shore  But it breaks under the pressure of bitterness  Eventually becoming fine sand  That gives way to easy going feet  Eager to walk on to brighter days  And that … Continue reading Forgiveness

My Awkward Truth: Hamburgers Please

by Esha Montgomery, posted in bite, black, black soul, change, cold, color, day, die, feeling, feelings, grass, hamburger, happiness, happy, Hunger pains, lonely, love, pain, people, realities, reality, realize, relief, run, smell, social, soul, speak, Today, tomorrow, warmth, world

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Pexels.com There is one thing I love more than anything. Nothing can compare. All day at any time I think of it. It is a constant feeling of relief to a troubled soul. In a world where being Black is difficult. People judge me before I speak. They walk in … Continue reading My Awkward Truth: Hamburgers Please