Bright chances,
slipping,
through my hands.
Enhancements,
shifting,
like quicksand.
Frustrations climb,
regrets are prime,
anger soon chimes,
sorrowful times.
Advances,
living,
stagnantly.
Fear dances,
looking,
gallantly.
Afraid to fail,
all hopes in jail.
Create a tale,
so life could sail.
Inner strength,
healing,
negative.
Take a breath,
feeling,
positive.
Heart fills with light,
future is bright.
Trust my insight,
reaching new heights.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy