Conversations

Voices shout within his head
confuse actions he once read,
scraped old feelings till they bled,
provoking fears, till tears shed.

Listening to words that kill,
penetrating a loud drill,
gaining strength from inner will,
swallowing faith like a pill.

Voices talk inside his head,
peaceful conversations tread,
reasons with words he heard said,
bringing balance that embeds.

Listening while being still,
fluttering spirit uphill,
feeling joy and silent thrills,
sipping light until holes fill.

Voices whisper in his head,
comfort all concerns he dreads,
satiates with joy instead,
planting seeds that swiftly spread.

Listening as dreams fulfill,
letting all lessons instill,
capturing valuable skills,
allowing pure love to spill.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. I don’t use the Blog Reader a lot; but, your work is always a pleasure to read. Thank you so much for all the support you have shown my blog and here is a little back for you ๐Ÿ™‚ I hope your weekend has been good.

  2. I love this poem and how it moves from shouting to listening and growing and learning the way all of your poems do Grace. This is awesome! ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

  3. Listening is a very important aspect of personality. Besed on this you have woven one more inspiring and uplifting poem, Grace! ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’

  4. This line really struck me as super-creative and unique imagery: “sipping light until holes fill.” What a vivid concept! I really enjoyed this one. The past can be a source of awful torment, but hope can be found if we seek it diligently enough. Well done, Grace. ๐Ÿ™‚

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