No space for worry.
Acceptance can clear regrets.
Mistakes rest in peace.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Self Forgiveness

With lowered eyes
and a hushed mouth,
silence my sighs,
while in mid route.

Plastered smiles fly,
push sorrows down.
Happy disguise,
covers deep frowns.

Frantic inside,
loud voices shout,
hurt and chastised,
in and throughout.

Draw breath in tight,
knees hit the ground,
faith flows up high,
angelic sounds.

Sweat beads baptize,
hopes swirl around,
wishes arise,
dissolving clouds.

Stop to revise
regrets and doubts.
Life provides light,
that clear and sprout.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Second Chance

In need of a break,
from all his past crimes.
Made many mistakes,
then served his full time.

Swallows inner fears,
gives life a new try,
hopes no one could hear,
deeply hidden cries.

Another door slams,
in front of his face,
obstructing all plans,
slowing down his pace.

His head in his hands,
broken and disgraced,
tries hard to withstand,
scars meant to be traced.

Arms up in the air,
forgive and forget.
Knows life is not fair,
heart beats with regret.

Attempts at repair,
by paying his debts,
suspicious eyes stare,
see him as a threat.

He gathers his will,
and strength to believe,
climbing steeper hills,
for those he made grieve.

Forgives his own spills,
sensing great relief.
Finds lights that fulfill,
goals he will achieve.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


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


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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