Pam Eszpnal Poems

I grasp onto every little promise I made searching for the right words to say.
I would keep my head in the clouds and not want to hear a sound.
I feel miracles flying between the winds as the lavender sky rises in a night so dim.
I feel like a hero, just holding and holding onto courageous memories that will never fade, keeping me the same.
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“Joyful Heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love.”
By contemplation, the soul draws directly from being locked in pain.
Suffering is nothing by itself.
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I tremble in agony as I walk on Autumn’s leaves.
I touch the sound of it crumbling on the ground.
October, being its very own, passes by me without being known.
As I stand near the edge, I’m thinking of rolling down these hills.
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A small child walks home from school thinking
About all the things that happened to him.
As he walks up the steps, he sees his Daddy standing there with an evil grin.
Daddy yells at him, “Where the hell have you been? ”
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