Echoes of Hope

Puffed empty eyes,
goals built with lies.
Hopes torn to shreds,
dreams on a tread.

Non beating heart,
all faith departs.
Lonely and numb,
sorrows succumb.

Restless at night,
nothing feels right.
Deep inner guilt,
defenses built.

Crisp forrest air,
makes life seem fair.
Brightens insides,
positive find.

A solid cry,
helps sadness fly.
Yellow raincoat,
keep tears afloat.

Another way,
and role to play,
Negative sways,
certainty stays.

– Grace Y Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 181 April 10, 2023

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  1. We run ourselves down to bare-bones,
    Singing lonesome songs to unknowns.
    Raw marrow to fuel the ghost of a goal,
    Hoping all along that this one’s a charm.
    To rewind back into a figure eight’s hold,
    The daily struggles you cage are untold.
    The wheels stick and dissonance soars,
    The hourglass will break and all will know.
    Between ticks and tocks learn solitude’s note,
    The recovery of spirit bathe in azure and gold.
    Know my voice from whimper to tempest’s abode,
    The might of love transcending restrictions and molds.
    When I’m down I hear the echos of hope move in close,
    This warmth inside like the sun embodied in my clothes.
    The scars and their causes may never leave me alone,
    But as long as I remember myself I can never fold.

  2. An inspiring poem, as always, Grace! Love the following lines-
    Crisp forrest air,
    makes life seem fair πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–

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