One cloudy day,
the month of May,
she felt some doubt
an inner shout.

Was she mistaken?
or reawakened?
Life offers reasons,
that outlast seasons.

Was it a hoax?
mirage of smoke?
It was a cure,
for the obscure.

Were her eyes blinded?
to be reminded?
Clues lived in plain sight,
guided by bright lights.

Was life her fault?
or just a thought?
No one to blame,
or need for shame.

What was the purpose?
for this grand circus?
Colorful playground,
all answers profound.

Was she alone?
life lessons owned?
All in her mind,
made by design.

A balanced breeze
brought inner peace.
sensed self-control
eased her kind soul.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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  1. Wow Grace, this is just beyond spectacular. I am truly speechless. Thank you, my dear Grace for this gem of a piece. I absolutely love every word and the miraculous flow intertwined. Well done πŸ–€πŸ€—

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