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