What goes up,
must come down,
even clowns,
can own frowns,
just like snakes,
shed their skin,
letting go
of old sins.
Black and white,
can shade grays,
opposites,
fun at play,
skip around,
sun or rain,
add great ease,
to dull pain.
Find True Self,
in your eyes,
release all,
worn disguise,
look beyond,
what is shown,
opaque paths,
start to glow.
Mope or fly,
laugh and cry,
this whole world,
is a ride,
feed the good,
just decide,
to hold light,
at your side.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy
Originally Published on July 12, 2021