A mirrored screen
for all to see,
of old life scenes
once formed by me.
One special dream,
that came to be.
My soul a beam
of energy.
Drops of extreme
and anchored keys,
created schemes
while stealing peace.
My heartbeat screamed
in agony,
killed self-esteem
brought apathy.
Alone at sea
drowned the disease.
While feeling free
reached clarity.
Gained empathy,
my spirit gleamed.
Shined brilliantly
the past redeemed.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy