Gain Control

Uneasy sense
haunting my day,
making me tense
my spirit prays.
Take a deep breath
but it still stays,
feel like Macbeth
in my own play.
A yoga pose
or meditate,
try to let go
can’t concentrate.

I close my eyes
release my tears,
let hopes fly high
drowning my fears.
Take one more breath
it disappears,
falls to its death,
the clouds all clear.
Sun rays shine bright
happiness near.
Find inner light
hold it so dear.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


He forgot how to socialize,
silent hellos were amplified.
Unable to just vocalize,
responded slow, acts simplified.

He swallowed hard to gain control,
both sweaty hands made tensions grow,
wishing so hard to play his role,
but did not understands this show.

He threw his arms searching the sky,
a soothing light pierced him inside.
Great confidence flung his soul high,
then gleamed so bright, with inner pride.

He took steps towards positive,
this life was his prerogative,
all lessons were evocative,
eliminating negative.

He gained control, no longer scared,
his heart and soul finally dared.
The ones he loved will remain there,
as for the rest, he did not care.

He took his time and felt so calm,
the future resting on his palm,
anxiety soothed with a psalm,
self assurance, his healing balm.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Deep pain dissolves with tears that are shed,
if holding them in, they transform into dread,
slow lingering feelings, grab hold to then spread,
a stubborn depression, makes all hope feel dead.

Anxiety follows, with places to hide,
a feeling so hallow, consuming inside,
so overwhelming, prosperity dies,
so hard to swallow, thirsty mouths chap dry.

Encaged in this body, feeling so alone,
lost motivation turns sore feet to stone,
social dependence relies on screened phones,
everyone cares, yet true love goes unknown.

Shedding salty tears, till the sweet ones appear,
cries become laughs, brighter essence comes near,
a warm kiss on the face dissolves unknown fears,
“Stay in the present”, makes everything clear.

One day at a time will erase yesterday,
while each passing step represents better ways,
tomorrow is not here, bliss can start today,
joy is an option, with no need for delays.

Emotional healing is an uphill task,
to disarm it slowly try peeling its mask,
if needing assistance push forward and ask,
knowing solutions will allow you to bask.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Anger and rage,
blood bubbles then boils.
Heated flushed face,
emotions recoil.
Headaches vibrate,
tears moisten the soil.
Take center stage,
composure soon broils.

One simple phrase
shoots me to the sun.
Arms become rays,
my words a shotgun.
Past happy days,
use my mind to run.
Peace swims my way,
anxiety stuns.

Angel embrace,
provides a restart.
Kissing my face,
mending my scorned heart.
Veins flow with grace,
all tensions depart.
My serene place,
offers a new start.

Calmness inside
rocks me to full ease.
Patience provides,
freedom like the breeze.
Clarity guides,
providing sound keys.
Let fury slide,
so blurred eyes can see.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Silently screaming,
expressive distress filled eyes,
lips forming a smile.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


When life takes a turn
and feels a bit bent,
I prepare a bath
made up of intent

Warm running water
creates a sound base,
a calmness soon lurks
erasing the chase.

I then add cologne
florida water,
shut both of my eyes
see my grandmother.

Her smile softly says,
make it like a tea,
a mixture of herbs
and relaxing leaves.

She says her goodbyes
to then drift away,
adding my flowers,
submerged I then lay.

All troubles and aches
are lifted at once,
the bath is then drained
anxiety gone

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Swallowing the knots,
so they stay inside.
Do not show a fear,
sorrows seem to hide

Masking with fake smiles,
as time passes by.
Share a laugh or two,
enjoying blind eyes

All of life is great,
feelings are blurry.
Protecting others,
from unseen worries

Posture always straight
head up and chin high.
Cheerful demeanor
with a silent sigh

No space for complaint
this life is a gift.
We should be grateful
so sadness can lift

So easy to know
the right way to feel,
yet taxing to do,
when despair is real

Daydreaming of hope
to light this abyss.
One step at a time,
while finding true bliss

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Tip Toe

Music box in my mind,
dreamy thoughts form a dance,
twirling to the rhythm,
of imagined romance

Pretty melodies help,
numb my tense scattered mind,
transcend through dark spaces,
flow through blank hollow times.

Memories quickly tap,
crisp natural tunes,
evaporating tales,
that smell of old perfume.

Hear uneven thunder,
stagnant tears fall like rain.
Lightning crashes my mind,
reigniting aged pain.

Basking in sunny rain,
as I sway with the breeze,
I forget who I am,
as the storms seems to freeze.

Spin to the melodies,
playing songs in my head.
The raindrops choose to stop,
as I lay on my bed.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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