It begins with a lump,
difficult to swallow.
Mimicked by the night sky,
full moon appears hollow.
In search of a kind hand,
or a star to follow.
Cut worn links from the past,
with no need to wallow.

Firm bed sinks like quick sand,
each breath causes quakes,
awkwardness forms a smile,
broken, clumsy, and fake.
Outside views are frozen,
as inside spirit bakes.
Wishes float in silence,
glide along for the take.

Wet palms become oceans,
dry mouth form desert lands.
Deep vibrating rhythms,
penetrate with demands.
Anxiety rises,
strong fears take solid stands,
confuses well known thoughts,
obstructs every last plan.

Brilliant energy sparks,
huge eyes watch it twinkle,
open scared eager heart,
pray hard for a sprinkle.
A beam full of bright light,
irons away wrinkles.
Conquer stress one more time,
feel inner joy trickle.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Written for FFFC #207 hosted by Fandango

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  1. Absolutely beautifully crafted piece, dear Grace. This is simple yet complex in its multiple meanings, and you played with that paradox so perfectly. Amazingly done as always, dear friend πŸ€πŸ€—

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