Dancing to
the sounds of raindrops,
while they flood my
washed up shoes.
I can hear as
bells are ringing,
people run to
pay their dues.
I resist
but can not hide
as a tear
reaches my eye.
Sway around
move to the rhythm
of the droplets
falling down.
Failed to stop
I keep on moving
as my clothes
feel like the lake.
Never felt
exhilaration
crash so hard
my body shakes.
Bitting hard
pierced my own lip
thanks to hope
received a chance.
Felt a stillness
taking over
making this
my final dance.
– Grace Y. Estevez
Lyrically felt.
Thank you Nguyễn. ❤️
You are welcome.
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing words shared by a talented writer.
Truly appreciate your support John. Thank you.❤️
A wonderful poem dear Grace and you are welcome.
I do believe angels are watching us. The artwork was beautiful and the words. Strong and worthwhile.
Thank you so much John. ❤️
You are welcome dear Grace.
Beautiful blog
Than you so much.Glad you enjoyed.❤️