Pursue

A ragged house, high on a cliff,
loose wooden frame, support adrift.
Doe-eyed young girl, innocent soul,
filled with stories, yet to be told.

Active childhood, studies at home,
nutrition scarce, filled up with foam.
Watch profound hurts turn into scars,
obtained visions took her quite far.

Saved wages designed a new life,
saved her from stagnancy and strife.
An unknown country filled with dreams,
fluorescent lights drowned out extremes.

Vigorous heart, beats in her chest,
always at work, no time for rest.
Still, a bright smile shines on her face,
gleams hues filled with natural grace.

Every downfall brings a new chance,
turning sorrows into a dance.
Sunlight appears with gifts of luck,
liberty bells of freedom struck.

Serene breezes inflate her lungs,
taste of homemade sweets coat her tongue.
Winning ticket held at her side,
future visions expand so wide.

Unbalanced house is fixed at last,
mending the holes from a dim past.
Positive vibes, the greatest gift,
a humble soul sparkles and lift.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on March 27, 2021

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  1. It’s rare that I grasp the direction of an artists’ work, but the line in this piece “scarce nutrition, filled up with foam” is literal for me.
    My step brother (really my cousin) mostly lived with us due to his mom being an addict. His stomach would swell from literally eating chuncks of foam from their sofa.

  2. Amazing poetry in prosaic style. A wealth of experiences told with tenderness almost personal. These lines resonated :
    “Every downfall brings a new chance,
    turning sorrows into a dance.”
    – poignant

  3. “Every downfall brings a new chance,
    turning sorrows into a dance.
    Sunlight appears with gifts of luck,
    liberty bells of freedom struck.”

    Whoa! that stanza there, for me, forms the melted gold particle in the crucible. An ornament emerged, Reduce every challenge into an ounce from megaton
    Turning every subtraction into an addition
    Every division into multiplication
    ………hare krsna!

      1. No, Thank you. I have only just used the grace of the Sun to see the Sun. your words were the ignition! ……….hare krsna

  4. Inspirational and extremely moving, Grace! You have such a gift for words πŸ’ž So many of the lines resonate that I’d have to copy the whole poem to quote them all. I love the way you wrapped things up in the last stanza πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

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