Forgiveness

A spec of dirt is all you see,
while staring blankly back at me.
Your hands carry all of my keys,
my inner strength sets my mind free.

My self-esteem crawled through pure hell,
no one heard my screams, cries, or yells.
I stood back up and said farewell,
learning to fight hard for myself.

Now my presence carries strong rain,
while haunting guilts torments your brain.
My loss was never for your gain,
it only served to provide pain.

I have erased my former mold,
I regained all my self-control,
I truly hope you clear your soul,
I do not want you to feel cold.

One sunny day you may feel ease,
absolving guilt, while on your knees.
Closing both eyes, finding great peace
so your past trauma can release.

Forgiving you makes me feel right,
and helps me sleep soundly at night.
Tough lessons fly, turn dark skies light
touching the stars then twinkling bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Moving Forward


A little boy, made to shine shoes.
A little girl, singing the blues
.
Both neglected and both abused,
without a choice but to be used
.

Finding each other in sunlight,
forced to depart before the night
.
Not giving up, or losing hope,
with every day learning to cope
.

Enhanced each other, gaining strength,
providing love through any length
.
They worked and sang, purely for tips,
escaped their lives, taking a trip
.

So far away, they started new,
a unique world made to feel true
.
Realizing thoughts can form their tale,
empowering sword helped them prevail
.

Dying to all, yet still alive,
through chaos storms, they still survived
.
Forgiving those they left behind,
not looking back, now redefined
.

The life they left had made them strong.
Why should they concentrate on wrongs?
Instead, they killed all resentments,
made to forgive, not to ferment
.

Focused on goals and future plans,
the kindest hearts lending their hands.
Blessed as their gains always expand,
knowing their dreams fall where they land
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Forgive

Sailing through the desert,
thirsty for a change.
Searching for an answer
to this twisted game.

Listening to whispers,
carried by the breeze,
chanting words of wisdom
directed at me.

Releasing resentments,
as I am advised.
All emotions fly free
and lessons are prized.

Fallen tears from my eyes
bring thunder and rain.
Absolving past blames
while dissolving pain.

I no longer feel parched,
hydrated at last.
Sailing slowly through life,
my voids fill up fast.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Catalina

Too strong to ask for help,
while knowing you are weak.
Too right to see the wrongs
in all the lies you speak
.

Trendsetter paving paths
expect for sheep to follow.
A solid stone-filled heart
can only teach great sorrow
.

Proof in your hazel eyes
filled up with fallen dreams.
Imprisoned hidden smiles
muffle loud inner screams
.

It did not go your way,
manipulate the truth.
Point out imagined flaws,
hope no one mentions you
.

You can not show pure love,
that you have never known.
Can not emit warm light,
if cold is all you own
.

Pity towards your fine clan
is what I feel inside,
they can not see your games,
or how you play their mind
.

Feel sorry for you too,
unspoken hurt cause pain.
Hope you can heal within,
attract much needed gain
.

One day our worlds may crash
at intersecting roads.
Our lives perhaps aligned,
with no lingering holds.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Honey

Bee sat on a rug, feeling warm and snug,
she cuddled up tight, then aimed for a bite.

Hearing a loud groan, distinct but unknown,
while shaken mid-air, she noticed a bear
.

The bear looked so sad, this made her feel bad,
she did not intend to sting her soft friend.
Regretting the sting, apologizing
while empathizing, decided to sing
.

Sorry I hurt you
I lost my control,
the urge just arouse,
command it then stole.
I never imagined
my rug was on you,
and will never know
how stinger pierced through?
I want to assure
but not guarantee,
I will try my best
to hold my impulse deep.


Bear still felt so bruised and downright confused,
bee thought his warm, hug belonged to a rug.
He cared for the bee, but just could not see,
how friendships repair, soon after despair.


He scratched his own head, with questions to shed,
if intentions are pure, can trust then be cured?
Is bee simply flawed, by nature’s stained law?
Is her greatest sin, defined by her sting?

“So sorry that you
did not understand.
Your rug is my fur,
your landing unplanned.
Tried welcoming you
and gave you a hug,
not knowing my strength,
it may have been snug.
Pain opened my eyes,
helped me realize,
that you did not mean
to disburse surprise
.
I now understand
how instinct takes place,
you use it if threatened
never to betray
.”

Clearing each other, heartbeats now flutter.
Skies, blue and sunny, friends sweet like honey
.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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