Frustration grabs a hold of me.
It shakes me till I can not see.
While blocking off my clarity,
a forceful negativity.
Day dream of days when all was fine.
Realizing flaws were in my mind.
The things I longed for, I now have,
yet some how still attract contrast.
A voice in me scolds my dark side,
outlining why it should subside.
“Be grateful for the gifts you own,
and miracles you have been shown,
remember there is nothing owed,
mere bleak attempts to veer your road.”
Unbinding me, now feeling calm.
Unblinding hope, held in my palm.
I take a step to breathe deeply,
in efforts to release freely.
Regain my positivity,
bring myself back entirely.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy