The sounds of my thoughts transcend to a sword,
that flaps in my mouth, igniting a war.
It rings through your ears,
as my mind you hear,
while my sacred knowledge,
conquers your great fears.
The sounds of my thoughts are somewhat absurd,
they scream in my head, mute songs mouthed unheard.
Their lyrics are brave,
while swaying the doubts,
that kept them enslaved.
The sounds of my thoughts, I must now accept,
be true to myself, old memories swept.
Inhaling the fumes,
as my life resumes,
with no sense of doom,
new stories assumed.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
This is poetry dear Grace. I enjoyed your work and I hope to read more.
Thank you so much John…So glad you enjoyed. 🙂
I did dear Grace and you are welcome.
What a beautiful poem Grace and such a relatable poem. I loved it! 💕🙌❤️
Happy to hear that, Cindy. Thanks a bunch.💕
yes of course Grace~ 💖💖💖
always and forever💖💖
Hoping you have a great Christmas and a healthy New Year, Grace! 🎅🤶
Wishing you the same, Tom.Enjoy!💕
You are like magic. This is exquisite verse, dear Grace. I love it! 💖💖
You are too kind, my friend. Thank you so very much.You always make me smile.💕🙏💕
It’s my complete pleasure, Grace. Always. I’m so glad, my friend, as you always make me smile. Is wonderful. ❤️🙏❤️
Your poems always refreshes my mind. This one was so mesmerising and eloquent. Loved it very much!!❤
That’s so sweet of you to say. Thank you so much. This truly warms my heart.💕
An inspiring poem, as always from you, Grace. Truly enjoyed reading it 😊💐💖
Thank you, KK.Glad you enjoyed.💕
Most welcome. Always 😊❤️
This is exquisite, Grace! Absolute class ❤❤
That’s so sweet of you to say, AB. Thanks so much.💕