He forgot how to socialize,
silent hellos were amplified.
Unable to just vocalize,
responded slow, acts simplified.

He swallowed hard to gain control,
both sweaty hands made tensions grow,
wishing so hard to play his role,
but did not understands this show.

He threw his arms searching the sky,
a soothing light pierced him inside.
Great confidence flung his soul high,
then gleamed so bright, with inner pride.

He took steps towards positive,
this life was his prerogative,
all lessons were evocative,
eliminating negative.

He gained control, no longer scared,
his heart and soul finally dared.
The ones he loved will remain there,
as for the rest, he did not care.

He took his time and felt so calm,
the future resting on his palm,
anxiety soothed with a psalm,
self assurance, his healing balm.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. Wowwww..! The flow was MARVELLOUS my dear..! Very amazing..! You grace, THE RHYMING QUEEN..!😍 Such a beautiful rhyming my dear friend..!β£οΈβ£οΈπŸ’•βœ¨

  2. From despair to hope.. with.. throwing his arms searching the sky. Well penned, Grace, as always πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–

  3. The first two stanzas speak so much to me, I can relate to that a lot.
    I loved the positivity as you went on with it, really inspirational! This feels like something I’d dream of, a ray of hope pulling me out of the mess. Loved this, Grace! This has all of my heart and soul ❀❀

    1. I am thrilled to hear that it resonated with you , AB. Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful views on this piece. I truly appreciate it.πŸ’•β€οΈπŸ’•

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