Essy The Poet

Even though my heart was bleeding, Even though my feet dragged like chained iron, Even though their eyes were knives — And I dared not meet their stare — Still, I showed up. Even though the skies hung low, Heavy with shame, dripping silence, Even though my heart buckled And my mind folded its arms — Refusing to rise, refusing to reason — Still, I showed up. Even though my soul staggered At the weight of memory, Even though the door outside Crept open like a reluctant friend, Even though shadows clung to me like old scars — Still, I showed up. Because showing up Is sometimes all we have. It is the first yes, The fragile seed of courage, The broken hallelujah Whispered at midnight. The hour of nothing, The hour of everything — And still,I showed up. Sr. Esther Koros  #Show up regardless of the situation. It eventually comes to pass. 

I sit here, reading Maura's lines, Words of young hearts caught in tangled vines. A father's pride, a silent ache, A world of change I cannot fake. Fifteen, sixteen — hearts aflame, They speak of love, they speak of shame. But what do they know of love so deep? Of nights a father lies awake, can't sleep. She is my child — my heart, my song, Raised by my hands, kept from the wrong. Yet here I find her soul in flight, Writing to strangers in the night. Shanty, my star, my gentle dove, Why seek so early another's love? Did I not teach you the skies to read? The worth of patience, the strength to heed? I told you a story, not just of old, But of a heart once young, once bold. Tolot — a name from distant land, Who learned that love is more than hand in hand. It's courage to wait, to know your worth, To find your wings before love’s birth. And here you sit, my daughter, dear, Eyes wide open, heart sincere. No more secrets, I plead tonight, Let truth be ours beneath moonli...