An inner attack,
from unexpected triggers,
brings resolution.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Distraught
Conversations
Voices shout within his head
confuse actions he once read,
scraped old feelings till they bled,
provoking fears, till tears shed.
Listening to words that kill,
penetrating a loud drill,
gaining strength from inner will,
swallowing faith like a pill.
Voices talk inside his head,
peaceful conversations tread,
reasons with words he heard said,
bringing balance that embeds.
Listening while being still,
fluttering spirit uphill,
feeling joy and silent thrills,
sipping light until holes fill.
Voices whisper in his head,
comfort all concerns he dreads,
satiates with joy instead,
planting seeds that swiftly spread.
Listening as dreams fulfill,
letting all lessons instill,
capturing valuable skills,
allowing pure love to spill.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Meeting
Grab a chair,
let’s have a talk,
confront my ego
one on one.
It grabs a smoke
asks for a drink,
then stared at me
eyes did not blink.
I looked right back
straight in the eye,
then smiled so bright
disarmed all fights.
“What do you want?”
Ego’s first words,
so strong and bold
self held control.
I said with ease,
“Let’s call a truce,
let’s work as one,
share balanced views.
I know you’re scared
way deep inside,
both fear and grief
make self-doubt hide.
You protect me,
supply my pride,
yet I’m your key
and purest guide.”
Ego replies,
so slick and sly,
” You’re my ally,
do not judge me,
within my eyes
lives all you see.
You’re in my chest,
speaking my truth,
giving me rest,
easing my blues.
You’re in my smile
and in my charm,
you give me warmth
keep me from harm.”
A blurry mirror
then showed me,
the ego side
I failed to see.
To accept it
set us both free,
to love ourselves
through all degrees.
United to find harmony
and figure out how to agree.
We slowly built comradery
resolving conflicts peacefully.
Knowing our capabilities,
we partnered up infinitely.
Loving ourselves entirely,
helps us spread more love outwardly.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Cool
Patience is a gift,
made for respect, not abuse.
Test with great caution.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Introspective
Flying my kite,
as I search for lost hope.
Hope flies too high,
tug its transparent rope.
Rope made of thorns,
that cuts straight at my hands.
Hands feel so scorned,
as my knowledge expands.
Expands power,
I kept hidden inside.
Inside the tower,
where my energies hide.
Hide the ego,
I refuse to accept.
Accept, light flows,
while dismissing the rest.
The rest fills needs,
in this balancing act.
Acts without greed,
ensures love will attract.
Attract new paths,
opening many roads.
Roads to success,
destinations unfold.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Extinguish
Dramatic sounds,
ring through my voice,
shaking around,
removing choice,
makes my head pound,
vibrating noise,
fall to the ground,
losing my poise.
Dramatic views,
blind both my eyes.
Perceptions choose
a hidden lie.
Creating news,
so stories fly,
without a clue
yet still implied.
Dramatic taste,
I thought I craved,
The greatest waste
was all I gave.
Gasoline bastes,
set to enslave.
Living in haste,
digging my grave.
Dramatic touch,
caressing deep.
No longer clutch,
not mine to keep.
Giving too much,
making hills steep.
Calming the rush,
so I can sleep.
Dramatic scents,
that swim inside.
Chaos ferments,
a troubled mind.
Will not consent,
to being kind,
instead prevents,
simply declined.
Dramatic life
abandoned past.
Presented strife,
that did not last.
Turmoil was knifed,
calming it fast.
Peace is now rife,
enjoyed contrast.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy