Good Riddance

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

54 thoughts on “Good Riddance

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  1. 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.

  2. “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.”

  3. 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 πŸ˜‚. Whatever… still here.

    Nice work!

  4. 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.
    πŸ’–πŸ‘ Great job here!

  5. 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.

  6. A very powerful, gorgeous poem . Repetition of throw boulders on past adds attraction. Good one Grace πŸ‘πŸ’–

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