I throw dense boulders on my past.
Old kicks and punches, crack my cast.
Slicing my heart
to simple shreds,
playing their part
to let tears shed.
I throw dense boulders on my past.
Releasing pain, set free at last.
Despair at sail,
great fears prevail.
Storms formed by hail,
create a veil.
I throw dense boulders on my past.
Lessons received, fermented fast.
Solemn pictures
in pretty frames
form a structure
made up of games.
I throw dense boulders on my past
Awakened life, designed contrast.
Feeling so new,
thoughts become true,
rereading clues,
transforms old views.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally published December 21, 2020
I was just about to ask who is Grace. The real poet Grace.
The past is something that can consume you if you dont control it.
This poem reminds me of someone who was deep in depression, but when he wanted to give up he found someone worse off then himself.
Beautiful work as always.
If i had to pain this in words it would say Grace you are amazing keep up the good work.
Never stop smiling.
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So kind of you, Marvin. Thank you so much.💕
Very moving words Grace
Thanks so much, Sadje.💕
You’re most welcome
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Wonderful work💓
Thanks so much, Laiba.💕
Welcome Grace💞
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You are a lyrical seer…
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Very powerful and poignant, excellent x
Thanks so much.💕
As I have suggested before – no regret. It is through regret that the past holds captive the present mind. Burying, crushing, is a useful metaphor of how to deal with it. To me, at least.
Great suggestion.💕
An inspirational poem composed beautifully! As always. ❤😊
Thank you so much, dear Aaysid.💕
“Storms… create a veil.”
The storms of life may obscure hopes, dreams, and positivity; yet, behind every veil, can be found hidden blessings, in other words, the proverbial, “silver lining in every cloud.”
Absolutely . Thanks so much.💕
I’m still throwing some of those boulders at my past Grace! 👍😁 Brilliant work as always! 👏👏
Yessss.🙌 Thanks so Much💕
Very cool!
Thanks so much, AC.💕
Love the writing style and the words! Awesome, as always 😉
Thanks so much, Simone. So happy you enjoyed it.💕
I sure did 😍
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Nicely structured. It has repetition and variation. Very universal and compelling … a preternaturally optimistic in a way. You’re still here … making progress … writing poetry… folding laundry 😂. Whatever… still here.
Nice work!
—SSW
Thank you so much. So glad you liked it. Yes to the folding laundry, too often, I must add.🤣 Have a wonderful evening.💕
Congratulations on 3000 followers so well deserved Grace. I love your focus, your drive you mission Grace. And this:
“I throw dense boulders on my past
Awakened life, designed contrast.”
I’m outside throwing them and nothing can stop me now.
💖👏 Great job here!
Thanks so much, my dear friend Yayyyy. I can actually imagine you doing it 🤣 So funny, Cindy.
You’re so welcome.. Hahahaha .. I bet you can and you actually know me well. Thanks for that! 💖💖
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A beautiful write, Grace. I love it. 💞
Thanks so much, Jeff.💕
Great poem, well-structured, the variation is nice and the message positive. I also admire you always come up with a poem on a daily basis. It shows you have a lot of talent and inspiration.
So glad you liked it. Truly means a lot to me.Than you so much.💕
Beautiful lines throw all the boundaries and start with new ! Well shared 👍🙂
Thanks so much, Priti. Happy you liked it.💕
You are welcome stay happy 😘
You too.💕🙏💕
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Stupendous.
Thanks so much, dear Selma.💕
A very powerful, gorgeous poem . Repetition of throw boulders on past adds attraction. Good one Grace 👍💖
Thank you, KK. Happy you enjoyed .💕
It’s my pleasure 😊
Beautifully written!
Thanks so much💕
A wondrous transformation, indeed. ^_^