Without a clue
out of the blue,
the old me died
reborn all new.
All past mistakes
proved to be true,
knowledge was earned
from what I knew.

Out of the blue
everything changed
the life I lived
was rearranged.
All thoughts I had
were interchanged,
my preferences
were seen as strange.

Without a clue
to what comes next,
training my heart
not to expect.
Coaching my eyes
to not project,
letting my soul
shine and reflect.

Without a clue
out of the blue,
every old sight
formed unique views.
Every past fail
carries bright hues,
lessons were learned
from which I grew.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Displaced emotions.
Woke up in another world.
Time to learn new rules.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Winter is cold
but still it glows,
frosty crystals
turn into snow.
Teaching tension
how to let go,
flying snowballs,
relaxing flow.

Spring is warmer,
greater powers,
misty sprinkles,
jet stream showers.
Both result in
pretty flowers,
rainbows lead to
treasured towers.

Hottest Summer
brings in the fun,
with vibrant views
shifting the sun.
Sea salt fragrance,
fills up my lungs,
pleasant bright sights
with ocean fronts.

Fall soon arrives
crisp autumn rain,
colored leaves drop,
easing harsh pains.
Daylight shortens
nighttime now gains,
nature withers
yet still remains.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


“A mature fruit could not reverse to unripe, but can easily rot if left in the dark.”

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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