Shed the Old

Crawling on my naked skin,
feeling numb, needles and pins.
Reliving every last sin,
knowing what make my thoughts spin.

Loosing balance everyday.
Why do good times have to sway?
I no longer want to play
games with the thoughts thrown my way.

Sink my heart till dreams are gone,
motivation soon departs.
Every inch becomes too far,
my bright light is stuck in tar.

Pull myself up from this rut,
shake the feelings from my gut,
heal the deepest inner cuts,
call out powers that I trust.

My life is stories I form.
Stand unique I’m not the norm.
Love and pride in me is born,
dancing up passionate storms.

Chills have taken over me,
let myself fly high and free.
Take in what I want to be,
absorb possibilities.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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      1. You’re welcome Grace…and thank you for writing another beautiful poem, my friend βœ¨β€οΈπŸ’«

  1. β€œChills have taken over me,
    let myself fly high and free.
    Take in what I want to be,
    absorb possibilities.” Stunning write, Grace. I love this very much. πŸ’•

  2. wow so relatable Grace. Life is a challenge and shedding our skin isn’t always easy for sure but moving on is all we can do. love the visual in this pic you chose to match your words. Awesome truly!πŸ’–

  3. Shedding the old and adopting new is mantra of life by… “shaking the feelings from my gut”. Beautifully written, Grace πŸ˜ŠπŸ’πŸ’–

  4. Your poems always shed me with hope and happiness. I like how beautifully rhythmic they are always. The way you write about lives challenges in a poetic way is so remarkable. This was splendidly beautiful! Well penned.❀

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