I tap my feet,
to my own beat.
I move around,
on solid ground.
I step on land,
not on quicksand.
I make mistakes,
but never break.
I form techniques,
gain what I seek.
I do not speak,
words that are bleak.
I catch the ball,
my goals befall.
I hardly wait,
or hesitate.
I try to touch,
but not too much.
I expand grace,
but never chase.
I search inside,
follow my guides.
I emit light,
make dark paths bright.
I guarantee,
I’m judgments free.
I do agree,
you’re one with me.
I build days right,
with my insight.
I paint clear views,
choose joyful hues.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on June 19, 2021