Invisible tears,
discretely hide pain,
exposing deep fears,
always kept contained.
A stone in her eye,
makes her torn mind cry,
difficult to blink,
and so hard to think.
The lump in her throat
masking her harsh chokes,
by muting loud screams,
that control this dream.
A fury so fierce
rings straight through her ears,
it punches her gut
producing a rut.
Her swallowed emotions,
turns red blood to poison,
she nurtures her heart,
prays for a new start.
Starting to feel clear,
bright answers appear,
perceiving great views,
making them all true.
Only stepping forward,
facing goals and dreams,
vibrations flow towards,
a positive stream.
Water wets her feet,
light sprinkles the ground,
inside feeling sweet,
resetting her crown.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy