Open honesty.
Nothing to gain or to loose.
Authentic and true.
– Grace y. Estevez – Reddy
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Submerged in a crowd,
yet always alone.
Speaks what is allowed,
measuring voice tones.
Scared to talk too loud,
unsure of unknowns.
Actions can be plowed,
words form a cyclone.
Wipes sweat off both brows
intentions are owned.
Standing firm and proud,
as still as a stone.
Feel no need to bow,
nerves are overthrown.
Inner light a shroud,
empowering throne.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
I tap my feet
to my own beat.
I move around
on solid ground.
I step on land
not on quicksand.
I make mistakes
but never break.
I form techniques
for what I seek.
I do not speak
words that are bleak.
I catch the ball
my goals befall.
I hardly wait
or hesitate.
I try to touch
but not too much.
I expand grace
but do not chase.
I search inside
follow my guide.
I emit light
make dark paths bright .
I like to live
life judgments free.
I know that you
are one with me.
I build a life
with my insight.
I choose the views,
paint joyful hues.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Always a pressing debt to pay,
a role to play,
great lines to say.
A hidden little nook to fill,
swallow the pill,
strengthens all will.
A painted smile stained solemn face,
run in the race,
legs locked in place.
No one is ever quite enough,
no longer tough,
life was too rough.
“I love you” is another phrase,
feelings convey,
causing a sway.
First-place can never come in last,
it happened fast,
forgotten past.
A new beginning chases clouds,
Sun shines around,
light takes a bow.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
A muted voice sings in your head,
the opaque words can not be read.
Loud blurry scenes live in your mind,
imagined lines left undefined.
Stardust hues create happy thoughts,
blinding both eyes from wars once fought.
Comfort your skull on silky sheets,
while all you seek is what you meet.
A glowing beam sets on your face,
shining your skin each waking day.
Sliding on rafts through streams foreseen,
living so posh, feeling so clean.
Melting my face in your deep eyes,
I meet myself, what a surprise.
All that I know, at once I see,
finding the key that lives in me.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
