Without a clue
out of the blue,
the old me died
reborn all new.
All past mistakes
proved to be true,
knowledge was earned
from what I knew.
Out of the blue
everything changed
the life I lived
was rearranged.
All thoughts I had
were interchanged,
my preferences
were seen as strange.
Without a clue
to what comes next,
training my heart
not to expect.
Coaching my eyes
to not project,
letting my soul
shine and reflect.
Without a clue
out of the blue,
every old sight
formed unique views.
Every past fail
carries bright hues,
lessons were learned
from which I grew.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy