Gain Control

Uneasy sense
haunting my day,
making me tense
my spirit prays.
Take a deep breath
but it still stays,
feel like Macbeth
in my own play.
A yoga pose
or meditate,
try to let go
can’t concentrate.

I close my eyes
release my tears,
let hopes fly high
drowning my fears.
Take one more breath
it disappears,
falls to its death,
the clouds all clear.
Sun rays shine bright
happiness near.
Find inner light
hold it so dear.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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  1. Beautiful, Grace. I know this feeling well, both the breath in, and the wondrous exhale, as clarity is restored. Wonderful poem. I love it. πŸ’–πŸ’–

  2. “try to let go
    can’t concentrate”

    I know this feeling all too well. Breathing techniques really do help to calm and center us. For me, it’s a matter of reminding myself to slow down and breathe when things become stressful. Your poetry reflects so much wisdom, Grace. πŸ™‚

  3. Release my tears and feel like Macbeth in my own play…are beautiful Ines. An uplifting poem, GraceπŸ‘ŒπŸ’πŸ’–

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