Assured

Approval is given with just a look,
invisibly measured like reading a book.
Acknowledging smile appears in the eyes,
a wink or a nod may help to decide
.

Approval is given when one does not seek,
acceptance conveying what words can not speak.
Preferential treatment to those without care,
a pretty demeanor will keep people there
.

What is in it for me?, is often asked.
A heart that is pure but mind fully masked.
Fears always keep looming and dancing inside,
exposing all terrors that try hard to hide
.

Approval most given is rarely needed,
try to please them all but most are defeated.
The others are captured, engulfed in their thoughts,
displaying a shell, hoping it is bought
.

Approval once given is thrown in the trash,
grab what is offered then leave in a dash.
Forgiving it all for perceived approval,
erasing all doubts, drowned ego removal
.


– Grace Y. Estevez



Concealed

Swallowing the knots,
so they stay inside.
Do not show a fear,
sorrows seem to hide
.

Masking with fake smiles,
as time passes by.
Share a laugh or two,
enjoying blind eyes
.

All of life is great,
feelings are blurry.
Protecting others,
from unseen worries
.

Posture always straight
head up and chin high.
Cheerful demeanor
with a silent sigh
.

No space for complaint
this life is a gift.
We should be grateful
so sadness can lift
.

So easy to know
the right way to feel,
yet taxing to do,
when despair is real
.

Daydreaming of hope
to light this abyss.
One step at a time,
while finding true bliss
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Neutral

Uplifted to,
another realm.
My soul emerged,
my body fell
.

A journey though
a different place.
A simple scene
no time or space
.

No cold dark nights.
No warm bright days.
Such stable grounds,
in shades of gray
.

What happens here
is always fair.
No feelings of
unjust despair
.

No sticks or stones.
No wrong or right.
An equal zone
of pure delight
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Gifted

You will not lack.
I was once told,
by my elders
so long ago
.

Truly believed,
in what they said,
quickly followed
the path they led.

You are special,
one of a kind,
with abilities
so hard to find.


I will sit here,
read my story.
Teach me how to,
gain more glory.

You are unique,
very mature,
fixing problems,
that are not yours.

Tell me how to
beat the rat race.
Show me how to
achieve first place.

I am distinct
this I now know.
My ancestors
all told me so
.

Filled with magic
for all to see.
Often hidden,

only from me.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Wishes

Never hold a wish too tight,
let it flow to reach new heights.
If it flies too far from sight,
precise timing was not right.

Keep your goals away from ears,
do not share till it is here,
to prevent another’s fears,
from applauding your failed tears.

Allow wants to have a say,
visualize them on most days,
not too much or they may sway,
be consistent so they stay.

Let hopes happen easily,
do not focus eagerly,
if your heart feels peacefully,
they will appear serenely.

It is fine to set dreams free,
let them fly within the breeze,
like the waves out in the sea,
they return if meant to be
.

– Grace Y. Estevez


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