Love

A platypus fell deep in love,
with a fierce hawk flying above.
One day they met, a friendship set,
their heartbeats formed a great duet
.

The platypus was known as Jane,
her beloved hawk was once named Shane.
They played each day, under sun rays,
enjoying laughs when skies turned grey
.

As Jane exposed the love she felt,
Shane loved her too and promptly knelt.
Followed their hearts, right from the start,
they vowed to never be apart.

Some differences soon came to light,
Jane felt inadequate at sight.
She could not fly, lacking hawk eyes,
inside feeling her worth had died
.

Loud silence made Shane feel uptight,
he knew that something was not right.
He went for flights, promptly each night,
searching for ways to make Jane bright.

A new idea soon came to him,
to find out why Jane had turned dim.
He talked to her, nuzzled her fur
said they should become what they were.

Jane soon explained what she believed,
he smiled at her feeling relieved.

Do not feel shame, my life you changed,
enhancing it in unique ways.

The couple soon went back to peace,
as everyday their love increased.
Though not the same, they are twin flames,
eternal love they both proclaimed.

– Grace Y. Estevez


Span

It hurts so much
to grow up fast,
realizing childhood
could not last.
Unchain myself
from memories,
of aimless days,
sweet melodies
.

It stings so much
to open eyes,
engulfed in chores
with no surprise.
Grown bitterness
of a routine,
no lingered songs
in harmony.

Your life becomes
required lists,
a pointless chase,
you must persist.
Racing against
a time now gone,
only know rest
after you yawn.

It feels so good
to live carefree,
erase visions
of what should be.
Be grateful for
the people near,
so heart felt laughs
can reappear.

Be glad that you
still have today,
knowing that life
can always change.
See yesterday
as needed steps,
since lessons learned
bring great effects
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Self aware

Frustration grabs a hold of me.
It shakes me till I can not see.
While blocking off my clarity,
a forceful negativity.

Day dream of days when all was fine.
Realizing flaws were in my mind.
The things I longed for, I now have,
yet some how still attract contrast.

A voice in me scolds my dark side,
outlining why it should subside.


“Be grateful for the gifts you own,
and miracles you have been shown,
remember there is nothing owed,
mere bleak attempts to veer your road.”


Unbinding me, now feeling calm.
Unblinding hope, held in my palm.

I take a step to breathe deeply,
in efforts to release freely.
Regain my positivity,
bring myself back entirely.

– Grace Y. Estevez



Unreal

I wrapped the wool
over my eyes,
afraid to see
you had two sides.
Showed loyalty
to tame my fears,
cried sensitive
crocodile tears
.

One part of you
admired me,
the other part
a silent bee,
that stings without
the slightest hiss,
portraying love,
poisonous kiss.


Presenting trust,
so I could share,
my hardest truths,
creative snare.
A fake friendship,
one of a kind,
so true for me,
but I was blind.


Still grateful for
the times gone by,
when I was fooled
by your disguise.
You filled a role
I needed then,
pretend is good
until it ends.

– Grace Y. Estevez






Phases

Memories began, when she was five,
with not much care, feeling just fine.
Spending her days, unknotting binds,
most pleasant child, kept within lines.

Her brilliant mind, was masked for thrills,
her deepest thoughts, went unfulfilled.
Naughty but in the purest ways,
angry that fun, could never stay.


As sweet sixteen soon came to be,
unmasking lies, for all to see,
her darkest fears and solemn tales,
picked herself up, when all hands failed.

Adulthood swiftly came to play,
removing bows and pretty lace.
Moving away, to a new place,
with no old ties, a new escape.


She met new dolls, gave them fun names,
so paper cut, they looked the same.
They grew up fast, sharing some bonds,
of her strange ways, they were quite fond.

An angel came, swept her right up,
soaking her tears, filling her cup.
He washed his hands, when he was done,
leaving her torn, making her run.


Soon ran into his opposite,
numbing herself, if for a bit,
but realized he was not fit.
He screamed too loud, the walls were hit.

She thought of ways to go off grid,
too late some how, they now had kids,
did not work out, support all hid
.
She found the strength to close the lid.

Sun had emerged, behind the clouds,
love came in fast, it sang so loud.
Enough for two, three was a crowd,
shinning with grace, she took a bow.

It claimed her heart, also her mind,
the love was true, one of a kind.
One small pebble, stuck in the way,
it got kicked fast, it could not stay.


Soon she was healed, remorse had fled,
her love was real, not in her head.
Followed the paths, to where they led,
so she could sleep, on her own bed.
Her fairytale was not an act,
but memories, to reenact.

Echoes are gone, that is a fact
the best is now, what she attracts.


– Grace Y. Estevez


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