The world I see
is not for me,
judgmental breeze,
from which I flee.
I wish for ways
to find escapes,
entrapping tape
keeps me at bay.
I long to heal
from the unreal,
new world reveals
all that I feel.
I plant a seed
wishes concede,
forces agree
to set me free.
I move and sway
a different way,
another day
does what I say.
A stronger voice
offers a choice,
play like a toy
or create joy.
Happiness grew
from what I drew,
all I pursue
now becomes true.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy