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-Reddy

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-Reddy.








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