Encompassed by hardened clones,
feel as my hear beats alone.
Try to fit in, do my best,
deep inhale fills up my chest.
Perfectly chiseled statue,
stands in place without a clue.
Motionless, always so still,
never to encounter thrills.
Notice vacancy in eyes,
silently hear relief sigh.
Glad to be of flesh and bones,
not an image made of stone.
Play pretend with figurines,
take pictures to keep this scene.
Pleased to be in this moment,
that will pass and not cement.
Gain great joys from every touch,
smell, taste, hear, sight, hugs that clutch.
Absorb love through every pore,
sense the soul that guides my core.
One last look to say goodbye,
gratitude touches the sky.
Happy for this present life,
and for a spirit that thrives.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #168 January 09, 2023
