Burn,
old cuts,
traumas flee.
Turn,
what shuts,
into keys.
Churn,
all “buts”,
goals fly free.
Earn,
ease guts,
let it be.
Yearn,
dreams strut,
truths eyes see.
Learn
to putt,
endlessly .
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 233 April 08 , 2024
