A mirrored screen,
closed eyes could see,
of shadow scenes,
once formed by me.
Life’s lucid dream,
soon came to be,
my soul a beam,
of energy.
Drops of extremes,
locked inner keys,
imagined schemes,
stole inner peace.
Hurt heartbeats screamed,
in agony,
killed self-esteem,
brought apathy.
Blue becalmed seas,
cleared old debris,
instantly free,
reached clarity.
Held empathy,
helped spirit gleam,
shined brilliantly,
fully redeemed.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Moonwashed Weekly Challenge December 19, 2023
Prompt – Becalmed
