Skies appear dark, gray, cloudy,
all alone, she screams loudly.
No ears hear silenced sounds made,
all alone, feels so afraid.

Surrounded by plastic toys,
all alone, loud screams deploy.
Does not know what voices said,
all alone, holds her own head.

No one notices her eyes,
all alone, her screams run high.
Everyone dances so free,
all alone, cries on her knees.

Skies seem bright the sun is here,
all alone, screams disappear.
Learns how to heal deep inside,
all alone, as tears run dry.

Feels a presence, say hello,
all alone, screams whisper low.
Instant ease flows with great care,
all alone, senses warmth there.

Opens up both mind and heart,
all alone, as fears depart.
Precious gift sent from above,
all alone, finds inner love.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. It’s soo powerful one as always dear Grace, the blessings we receive when one look above the sky with offering tears would shower miraculous blessings that none can touch the strength that is filled with prayers. Be blessed dear one ❣❣

  2. All alone, one has to… a beautiful poem, Grace, from gloom to bloom. Well penned πŸ‘ŒπŸ’β€οΈ

  3. Ooo those last two lines are just fantastic, dear Grace! This whole piece is simply beautiful on so many levels. Love the honesty throughout πŸ€πŸ€—

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