Bathe

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

Concealed

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

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



Unease

Feeling flushed and displaced,
slowly shifting my weight.
loose control of my space,
as emotions debate.

My face falls to the ground,
nervously look around,
can not help but stare down,
anxious smile turns to frown.

So embarrassed to see,
what you must think of me,
look at you just to find,
what I feel deep inside.

Then I notice your hand,
while the floor turns to sand,
showing you understand,
sense your tremble expand.

Strength travels to my feet,
touching solid concrete,
with no room for defeat,
instantly feel complete
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Self aware

Frustration grabs a hold of me.
It shakes me till I can not see.
While blocking off my clarity,
a forceful negativity.

Day dream of days when all was fine.
Realizing flaws were in my mind.
The things I longed for, I now have,
yet some how still attract contrast.

A voice in me scolds my dark side,
outlining why it should subside.


“Be grateful for the gifts you own,
and miracles you have been shown,
remember there is nothing owed,
mere bleak attempts to veer your road.”


Unbinding me, now feeling calm.
Unblinding hope, held in my palm.

I take a step to breathe deeply,
in efforts to release freely.
Regain my positivity,
bring myself back entirely.

– Grace Y. Estevez



Episode

It begins with a lump,
that I find hard to swallow.
Mimicked by the night sky,
the moon is looking hollow.
In search for a kind hand,
or a star I could follow.
Emerging from the past,
without a need to wallow.

The ground sinks like quick sand,
with each heavy step I take.
Nervous attempt to smile,
but come off awkward and fake.
Outside the ground is frozen,
inside my spirit bakes.
A wish covered in silence,
with no glass wounds to break.

My palms become the ocean,
my mouth dry desert land.
Quickest trembling rhythm,
possessing disarmed hands.
Anxiety soon arises,

choosing a firmer stand.
Confusing every thought,
obstructing any plan.

My eyes soon find a star,
I watch her as she twinkles.
I open my scared heart,
then ask her for a sprinkle.
A tidbit of bright light,
will iron out the wrinkles.
Conquering one more time,
this one was a mere tickle
.

– Grace Y. Estevez.








Breathe

Take a breath
is what they said,
every time
I felt distress.
But what for?
I ask myself,
to let go?
gain some control?
Only air
nothing quite there,
treatment for
all my despair?
Inhaling
is all I need,
Exhaling,
my deepest grief.
Remedy,
a perfect cure
comforting,
when not too sure.
Stop and breathe
is what they say
Hope is just
a breath away.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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