Journey

Life is a story
with an endless spin,
an action park ride,
controlled from within.
One day you fly high,
the next day fall down,
while studying rules,
a merry go round
.

Fickle and dizzy
an unbalanced soul,
breaking the routine,
gaining self-control.
So many questions
await a response,
obtaining all needs,
still longing for wants.


The planet has changed,
nothing is the same,
words have new meanings,
unrelated aim.
Two steps moving forward
take one full step back,
slowly advancing,
remaining on track.

A visible light,
unfolds a strong bridge,
your soul forming wings,
your body the hinge.
Inhale then exhale
let go of the weight,
float calmly through life,
live what you create
.



– Grace Y. Estevez

Reflect

Make me a lighthouse
that brightens all paths.
Make me a beacon,
igniting a flash
.

Fill me with a beam
held within my eyes.
Fill me with wisdom
as my words comprise.

Stars are my siblings,
that twinkle with thoughts.
Shining light brightly,
so nights are adorned.

Mold me like the sun
that gleams everyday.
Mold me like the sea,
with powerful waves.

Leave me as I am,
my soul always clear.
Leave me self assured
with your presence here
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Ruby

A little girl got her first shoes,
opened the bag, then felt confused.
She hoped for ones just like her mother’s,
instead got ones worn by her brother
.

That little girl, she had no clue,
she never knew which lies were true.
At times she played outside with kids,
they made up tales, she ran and hid.


The little girl had goals and plans,
she grew up strong, now understands.
When she was young, a paradigm,
people in need were seen as grime.

Same little girl is now so wise,
took every chance, studied design.
Built charities at her own cost,
contributing silent support.

Compassion from her lessons learned,
she left but knew she would return.
Purchasing shoes for deprived kids,
so they never feel the way she did.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Observe

May I borrow your eye
keep it right next to mine
?
So you see what I see,
take a journey with me
.

Have you noticed a snow
flake falling from the sky?
It becomes a white blanket
made of intricate designs
.

Have you ever seen sand
under a microscope?
It will sprinkle your sight
with new magic and hop
e.

Have you stared at a moth
orchid up close in the eye?
She will look at you too,
as your heart starts to fly.

Have you wondered why fruit
flies have ants on their wings?
In hopes that their predators
scare off when they swing
.

One more proof to redeem
of great miracles seen.
A male seahorse gives birth,
as we wonder on earth.

– Grace Y. Estevez

A Flower

The coldest of winter,
a flower had bloomed.
Quivered and shivered,
awaiting her doom.

A voice from inside,
whispered in her ear.
“Reasons you will find,
for why you are here.”

Hope warmed her inside,
kept her standing tall.
The weight of the snow,
had taken a fall.

A bee came along,
offered some advice.
“Let go of your strength,
you will not survive.
It is too late for you,
you were due last spring,
your kind was all here,
your seed did not give.”

Flower simply nodded
then swiftly responded,
“I am here right now,
my life has a reason,
I will not give up ,
no matter the season,
I would not be here,
without a great purpose,
my life is a gift,
and never a burden.”

Along came a man,
with tears in his eyes,
his love was now fractured,
and said her good byes.
An honest mistake,
had made him so sorry,
he simply forgot,
their anniversary.
Turning to his left,
he noticed a flower,
felt better quite soon,
knowing it had power.
He held it with care,
and gave it a home,
then won back his love,
while claiming his throne.

Next to the window,
her vase set up high.
Objective fulfilled,
flower smiled with pride.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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