Unchained

Invisible chains
are hard to remove,
they keep you in place
you can not improve
.

Ambitions on hold,
not hoping too far,
unseen slavery,
familial scar
.

Growing intention
slithers up the spine,
lingered rejections
draw a solid line
.

Fear is the leader
of imprisoned minds,
creating a cage
that make your eyes blind
.

Ignite inner fire,
try hard to resist,
the next generation
will learn to persist
.

A key in your heart
will vanquish the chains,
providing a chance
to remove the pain
.

Hold on to your light,
allow it to guide,
take steps to live free
with strength by your side
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Unlovable

It is easy to love someone seen as good,
always understood,
one shared neighborhood.
Not so simple for those perceived as bad,
hard to understand,
all alone they must stand
.

Try to find a way to walk in their shoes,
breaking old abuse,
providing new views.
What if life was changed? What if they were you?
wishing help came through,
not knowing from who.

Standing within light surrounded by dark,
recognizing sparks,
being kind leaves marks.
Traced smile on their face, throw some joy their way,
watching as fears sway,
flying far away.

Anger soon subsides as pure hearts now guide,
love will challenge pride,
clearing paths once tried.
Forgiveness leads fate, release worn mistakes,
new days can create,
kindness can cure hate.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Self assured

I search outside for sparks of light,
transforming my wrongs into rights.
I give advice along with hugs,
yet deep inside the void still tugs.

My heartstrings play a melody,
touching my mind like symphonies.
The sounds I hear distract my brain,
an endless task to fill with gain.

I talk in silence to my soul,
meeting myself gaining control.
All warm inside, feeling so bright,
with hopes upon a flying kite.

A search for what has now been found,
setting both feet on solid ground
.
Now those I meet have mirrored eyes,
reflecting what I hold inside
.


– Grace Y. Estevez


Past times

Memories made of marmalade,
sweeten my life, brighten my days.
Enhance my skills, fill me with thrills,
help as I climb wavering hills
.

Impressions made of fruit preserves,
disrupt sad thoughts, provide a swerve.
Make all strife pause, no need or cause,
standing ovations, await applause.

Remembrance made from berry jam,
anchored my mind before it swam.
Dust off past fails, letting me sail,
teaching me to always prevail.

Echoes of times made of jelly.
Festive moments feeling ready.
Move goals along, humming a song,
recall the seasons for which I long.


– Grace Y. Estevez



Bathe

When life takes a turn
and feels a bit bent,
I prepare a bath
made up of intent
.

Warm running water
creates a sound base,
a calmness soon lurks
erasing the chase.

I then add cologne
florida water,
shut both of my eyes
see my grandmother.

Her smile softly says,
make it like a tea,
a mixture of herbs
and relaxing leaves.

She says her goodbyes
to then drift away,
adding my flowers,
submerged I then lay.

All troubles and aches
are lifted at once,
the bath is then drained
anxiety gone
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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