Silent Message

Powerful thought, finally lands,
has always been held in her hands.
Dynamics make it hard to stand,
inhale lyrics to understand.

A message clear from up above
delivered to fit like a glove.
Character gave her soul a shove
then whispered with such tender love.

Close both eyes shut so you can see,
the truth within everybody.
Connections move invisibly,
at times repel, then disagree.

Empathy is an urgent need,
generous acts may spread and feed,
go plant and water thirsty seeds,
then pick a few so all succeed.

Pick the truth you wish to swallow,
look straight ahead, build tomorrow.
Release the past, let go of sorrows,
leave a bright trail others can follow.

Offer wise tips, so smiles can live,
erase old wounds, learn to forgive.
Tough lessons done, do not relive,
receive but still make sure to give.”

One single tear, ego disbands,
messages heard without demands,
nor chokeholds made of mere commands,
instead quite free like windswept sand.

Inner wisdom quickly expands,
body and soul, become one strand.
Excited by this master plan,
euphoric hopes make each step grand.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


A covered mouth carries closed eyes,
so no one sees the knots inside.
Her suppressed views, lay to reside,
constantly judged, opts to just hide.

A silenced tongue, helps keep her safe,
afraid to fall or make mistakes.
Anything said may cause offense,
wears a thick skin shield of defense.

Watches each word, cancels her views,
tries so damn hard to still be true.
Most will demand her honesty,
but crave that she always agrees.

So she decides to be herself,
by breaking free of her hard shell.
To socialize, still being her,
showing the world truths she offers.

Reflective smiles, mirror her heart,
she is a unique work of art.
Each step she takes sparkles with light,
self-acceptance, lets her shine bright.

Feels free and good in her own skin,
outwardly glows from peace within.
A profound love centers her soul,
provides her with new found control.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published June 13, 2021

Be Real

To expose true self,
release all expectations.
Let the heart dictate.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


“A closed mouth never gets fed.”
Replay the wise words you said.
Shadows of a time that fled,
feelings followed where hearts led.

Random fears dance in her head.
“A closed mouth never gets fed”
Whispered voices fade till dead,
wish this voice could sing instead.

Hesitance steadily treads,
balanced poise jumps on a thread.
“A closed mouth never gets fed.”
Hope deep inner thoughts are read.

Absorb the knowledge you bled,
absolving every last debt.
Confidence imprints to spread.
“Opened mouth forever fed.”

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published June 21, 2022

For Giving Grace

Eighteen candles burn so high,
count the smiles years left behind.
Reminisce on how time flies,
connect scenes that tie and bind.

Baby girl, no hair, big bow,
lost her breath and rocked my world.
Toothless laugh, made my heart glow,
fully healed, wore pretty curls.

In her eyes lived each sunrise,
gave me strength, will to survive.
Filled my life with sheer surprise,
every day pushed me to strive.

New beginnings never end,
teen years came to condescend,
battles faded, like old trends,
young adult, daughter, now friend.

As the years keep passing by,
I fill up with immense pride.
Aware she can touch the sky,
her light extends ever wide.

Thankful for love so divine,
her presence is ever bright.
Birthday wishes beam and shine,
future sparkles with delight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Time will grant the time I need,
to enjoy life and feel complete,
to supersede,
conquer defeats,
firm on my feet, swiftly proceed.

Time will help me understand,
why life did not follow a plan,
no one is damned,
life is a span,
where some good things slip from gripped hands.

Time will ensure I succeed,
my wishes will become concrete,
all guaranteed,
life will be sweet,
every ambition will exceed.

Time will make good luck expand,
all “possibles” transforms to “cans”,
fortunes withstand,
wild dreams that ran,
learn to receive while feeling grand.

Time will grow like planted seeds,
lessons that pass will not repeat,
finally freed,
each day upbeat,
embracing life at lightning speed.

Time will one day stop and stand,
absorbing how it all began,
a grain of sand,
meets natures fan,
letting today lay where it lands.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #220 hosted by Fandango

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