Dancing to
the sounds of raindrops,
while they flood my
washed up shoes.
I can hear as
bells are ringing,
people run to
pay their dues.

I resist
but can not hide
as a tear
reaches my eye.
Sway around
move to the rhythm
of the droplets
falling down.

Failed to stop
I keep on moving
as my clothes
feel like the lake.
Never felt
crash so hard
my body shakes.

Bitting hard
pierced my own lip
thanks to hope
received a chance.
Felt a stillness
taking over
making this
my final dance.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


It feels better to have no love
live life alone
kissed from above

It feels good to not have any true friends
no lies left to hear
or views to defend

It feels great to have no lingered blood ties
a family bond
or entitled lie

It feels quite nice to be unknown
others take a stroll
eye smiles always shown

It feels wonderful to play games of pretend
all is okay
until it all ends

It feels fine to befriend my very own soul
heart on my sleeve
while gaining control

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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