Stitched

They raised their voices, sharp and loud,
swift storm of words, a heavy cloud.
Sharp silence came, the air grew still,
uneasy hearts, longing to heal.

In a deep breath and a step back,
they analyzed perceived attacks.
Illusions fell, all truths exposed,
ego soon fled, then decomposed.

One reached out, a gentle hand,
another sighed, began to stand.
A smile returned, the edges soft,
anger lifted to drift aloft.

They laughed again, the quarrel done,
together strong, many as one.
True friendship bends but does not break,
it always mends for love’s own sake.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Quality Time

Strong bond transports,
beyond long past,
stay current to savor at last.
Old day dreams come,
then fly by fast,
while hearts and minds dance in contrast.
Enjoy today,
right now is here,
allow regrets to disappear.
Burn yesterday,
release held fears,
this present moment feels so clear.
A solid vow,
sewn to mend time,
bright new laughter rings till it chimes.
Savor this life,
as days pass by,
enjoy each second till eyes shine.
Inner thoughts stop,
peacefully mute,
both brain and soul ease their commute.
Laughter restarts,
without dispute,
tomorrow twinkles in salute.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Uncommon

Cool atitude,
jumps in the air.
Strong magnitude,
beyond compare.

Great unique friend,
true gift of fun,
delights extend,
till sorrows run.

Cemented bond,
two beings share,
hearts see beyond,
a perfect pair.

So grateful for,
such kind support.
Faith opens doors,
goodwill transports.

Best wishes pour,
old doubts abort.
Never keep score,
with games or sports.

Happily bowl,
erase all blues,
make my life whole,
sweet kangaroo.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for Melissa Lemay’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #245

Why?

Broken connections,
haunt my dull mind.
Loss of affection,
leave trails behind.

Where did my friends go?
Who are they now?
Warm hearts turned so cold,
eyes filled with clouds.

A broken friendship
strums heart and mind.
A lonely steamship
without a bind.

Why did crossroads meet?
Why did we break?
Were we incomplete?
Was it all fake?

Memories linger
throughout each day.
Point a stern finger,
empathy sways.

It served a purpose
time just ran out,
scratch at the surface
release all doubts.

Greater wise lessons
cement alone.
Inner progression,
forms bright zones.

– Grace Y Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #231 hosted by Fandango

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