Mourning till my thoughts feel sore,
scrubbing my heart til it’s raw,
contemplating what will be,
letting tears fall down so free.
Clouds crash swiftly in my throat,
volcanoes erupt to coat.
Cloaked emotions try to hide,
release fears clogged deep inside.
Passing without much control,
embracing tugs from my soul,
tingling from this episode,
shivering from head to toe.
Count backwards four, three, two, one,
inhale warm rays from the sun.
Watch self love emit pure light,
my spirit twinkles so bright.
Dismissing negative holds,
allowing joy to unfold,
absorbing all blissful hues,
focusing on better views.
Look forward to tomorrow,
know good times come to follow.
Concentrate on better days,
so positive always stays.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy