Expression

Loud words
all died,
dreams stirred
inside,
unheard,
denied,
withered,
sun dried.

Always
reshaped,
each day
escaped,
doorways
were draped,
dark gray
clouds caped.

Silence
screams songs,
guidance
cures wrongs,
sixth sense
belongs,
intense
and strong.

Light drops
fell down,
to stop
her frown,
flip flop
around,
love hops,
bliss found.

Great tales
came back,
details
all stack,
no fails
or cracks,
prevails,
on track.

Self blame
was bound,
tough shame
then bowed,
words came
in loud,
bright flame
danced proud.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. Excellent poetry Grace! The words so well balanced reads courage and strength triumphs in the end if one trusts one’s “sixth sense’ to “dance proud” and soar.

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