Inner Joy

The clearest path can go unseen,
follow the steps that feel serene.
Walk through nature, enjoy the green,
breathe the air so pure and so clean.

Hard to find joy,
looking around.
Run to decoys,
that pull bliss down.

Immersive eyes see in between,
doubts and fears could not intervene.
Feel glee rise from what is foreseen,
capturing this amazing scene.

Cheer and wonder,
buried inside.
Dig deep under,
where ego hides.

Create a road so bright and sheen,
up from the sky, life is a screen.
Take a new chance, break the routine,
make this flat dream, a trampoline.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #135 May 23, 2022

A Bit of Me

I find it hard to open up,
observe a lot but hold my tongue.
I dare myself to take the jump,
uncage the voice that in me clung.

Break mold apart to expose me,
release my soul from this body.
Perceptions choose what they will see,
be who I am, proud, and ready.

It took so long to feel secure,
to know my will could obtain more.
Searched deep inside to be assured,
that inner keys can unlock doors.

I tip toe to keep privacy,
protect it to a large degree,
today my voice will be set free,
tomorrow is not guaranteed.

Excited to greet everyday,
put my deep views up on display,
without fears of what I may say,
standing by thoughts my words convey.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Opened Eyes

What can I do,
with no one left?
I trusted you,
you failed the test.

You told me I could open up,
lips that are sealed, never erupt.
I put my faith in our strong tie,
blindsided by all of your lies.

What should I do,
standing alone?
To split in two,
hurts to the bone.

I thought we shared a sacred bond,
that would outlast life and beyond.
You know me better than I do,
and just the same I know you too.

What will I do
all by myself?
Begin all new,
step off the shelf.

Know that my thoughts are safe and true,
appreciate how much I grew.
Moving along gathering clues,
navigate life, create new views.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Release stressful ties.
Clear toxic relationships.
Live happy in peace.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Imagined Truth

Words that I write,
bleed into life,

Form vivid dreams,
of waterfalls,
magical streams,
peaceful install.

Visions of greens,
become forrest,
held in between,
truth and a quest.

A fantasy,
that levitates,
warm canopy,
my lines create.

Hear whistling birds,
that fly around.
Infinite earth,
above the ground.

A promised land,
that goes unseen,
lives in each hand,
composing scenes.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Vent with a Pen

Do not repeat words heard and said,
or you will see how gossip spreads.
The twist and turns in every head,
can rewrite tales their eyes misread.

Sometimes you may need ways to vent,
but at times some misrepresent
the words you say, or your intent,
adding their warped views as content.

Instead search for a safe outlet,
to release pain, hurts, and regrets,
this way others can not be threats,
or hold on after you forget.

It feels so good to simply write,
let go of torments, without fights,
no one is wrong, no one is right,
read what you wrote to gain insight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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