Feeling locked up, and so stuck,
trying not to press my luck.
All I do, is done in vain,
accustomed to feeling pain.
Everyday, another chore,
have no strength left to keep score.
Reading thoughts that often shift,
leaves no room for hopes to lift.
Faith arises as hopes lift,
feel vibrations cause a shift.
So relieved, no need for scores,
happiness conquers my chores.
Inner light clears away pain,
as love travels through my veins.
Knowing we make our own luck,
so no one is ever stuck.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy