Never too late

Shells of what I thought would be,
reflections stare back at me.
Challenging what my eyes see,
all encaged thoughts are set free.

My blood flows like windy seas,
pressure of a narrow stream.
Present times erase all dreams,
all hopes choke on haunting screams.

Tomorrow goals swiftly flee,
too tired to turn the key.
Future has no guarantee,
today holds what minds foresee.

Tiny shivers igniting glee,
paving every step that leads.
Mirrored paths plant hopeful seeds,
sense of pride produce sweat beads.

Echoed smiles provides great peace,
happiness flows with warm ease.
Sitting still like a wise tree,
watch time travel in the breeze.

Chances arrive suddenly,
each year bring joy jubilees.
Hopeful daydreams buzz like bees,
paint bright possibilities.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. You truly amaze me with your ability to pull up these incredible uplifting heartfelt poems every day Grace… Seriously thank you for your gift of poetry!❀️

    1. That is so sweet of you to say and so nice to hear, my friend. Thank you , Cindy for your acknowledgement and inspiring support. You truly are amazing.πŸ’•πŸ™πŸ’•

      1. Oh it’s a joy to and privilege to support you Grace and I so much appreciate yours and our mutual admiration and friendship. Awwww I’m blushing.. thank you! πŸ’–πŸ’–

  2. “Sitting still like a wise tree” and “hopeful daydreams buzz like bees” are absolutely perfect lines. I love nature metaphors, and you’re so adept with them. It’s always a singular joy to read your poetry, Grace! πŸ™‚

  3. What I look for in your poems is the turning point, the shift from gloom to bloom. That’s marvellous! Here too. Good format, Grace πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–

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