Set Free (Crimson Creative Challenge #212)

A mountain of lies,
built one at a time,
increasing in size,
right before my eyes.

A city of trust,
all covered with dust,
provokes deep disgust,
hopes begin to rust.

An ocean of pain,
swoops into my brain,
foresees greater gain,
breaks off buried chains.

A field of bright dreams,
light form orbs that gleam,
tears flow with the stream,
soul feels clear and beams.

A garden of hope,
blossoms, pick to cope,
old slippery slopes,
sealed in envelopes.

An island of thoughts,
displays inner force,
as life runs its course,
discover the source.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written in response to Crimson Creative Challenge # 212, hosted by Crispina Kemp

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  1. The fourth stanza really stands out for me, particularly the last two lines of that stanza. Also, there’s some really cool word play going on here (“old slippery slopes / sealed in envelopes”). Your poetry isn’t just deep, it’s also a lot of fun to read. Well done, Grace! 🙂

  2. What a wonderful gift of life in your poem Grace. We continue to find the light amongst the pain and deception. You always bring such hope to our world.. thank you grace.
    Great lines my friend…. 💞
    “A garden of hope,
    blossoms, pick to cope,
    old slippery slopes,
    sealed in envelopes.”

  3. Amazing poetry, Grace. A study in the wave of emotions that ruffle the heart. The ups and downs, the vicissitudes ebb. And yet, you ponder marvelously on hope in the stunning stanza:
    “…garden of hope,
    blossoms, pick to cope,
    old slippery slopes,
    sealed in envelopes.”
    Brava ✍️👏💖💖

  4. I love the rhythm of this. I imagine someone playing a drum in the background. And rhymes…I do so so so so love rhymes. This is as close to perfection (to my mind) as possible

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