Inner Flow

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

Compensate

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

Pearl

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


Self assured

I search outside for sparks of light,
transforming my wrongs into rights.
I give advice along with hugs,
yet deep inside the void still tugs.

My heartstrings play a melody,
touching my mind like symphonies.
The sounds I hear distract my brain,
an endless task to fill with gain.

I talk in silence to my soul,
meeting myself gaining control.
All warm inside, feeling so bright,
with hopes upon a flying kite.

A search for what has now been found,
setting both feet on solid ground
.
Now those I meet have mirrored eyes,
reflecting what I hold inside
.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Blue Boy

Living his life like a dream.
Waiting for his day of luck.
Searching the garbage for food.
Working the streets for a buck
.

His face wears a permanent tear in his eye.
His smile is unsure, mixed with hope and pride
.

Exhausted by living
a life full of torture.
Holds on to his talent,
and soon finds exposure
.

A future so wealthy
it gives him a ride.
It changes his walk
he now learns to stride.
With fame and with fortune
held close to his side,
his confidence risen
no reason to hide
.

He fights to accept what he has in him.
A void and unrest that keeps his heart dim
.

A lesson he gathered
was obviously shown
as money is useful
but not for his throne


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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-Reddy

New Morning

A bright new day,
the sun appears.
Creating dust
out of old tears
.

Molding a life
that brings in joy.
Brighter outlooks
will be my choice.

Each skipping step
with extra bounce.
Drinking from love,
finish each ounce .

My heart beat sings
another song.
Momentum found
makes me feel strong.

Changing my views,
positive whirl.
What I believe
rebuilds my world.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Phases

Memories began, when she was five,
with not much care, feeling just fine.
Spending her days, unknotting binds,
most pleasant child, kept within lines.

Her brilliant mind, was masked for thrills,
her deepest thoughts, went unfulfilled.
Naughty but in the purest ways,
angry that fun, could never stay.


As sweet sixteen soon came to be,
unmasking lies, for all to see,
her darkest fears and solemn tales,
picked herself up, when all hands failed.

Adulthood swiftly came to play,
removing bows and pretty lace.
Moving away, to a new place,
with no old ties, a new escape.


She met new dolls, gave them fun names,
so paper cut, they looked the same.
They grew up fast, sharing some bonds,
of her strange ways, they were quite fond.

An angel came, swept her right up,
soaking her tears, filling her cup.
He washed his hands, when he was done,
leaving her torn, making her run.


Soon ran into his opposite,
numbing herself, if for a bit,
but realized he was not fit.
He screamed too loud, the walls were hit.

She thought of ways to go off grid,
too late some how, they now had kids,
did not work out, support all hid
.
She found the strength to close the lid.

Sun had emerged, behind the clouds,
love came in fast, it sang so loud.
Enough for two, three was a crowd,
shinning with grace, she took a bow.

It claimed her heart, also her mind,
the love was true, one of a kind.
One small pebble, stuck in the way,
it got kicked fast, it could not stay.


Soon she was healed, remorse had fled,
her love was real, not in her head.
Followed the paths, to where they led,
so she could sleep, on her own bed.
Her fairytale was not an act,
but memories, to reenact.

Echoes are gone, that is a fact
the best is now, what she attracts.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Power

Magical dust twirls.
Dancing in the moonlit night.
Grab my royal crown.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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