Self Confident

Rejections appear subtilely,
through sly remarks, no one else reads.
At times it crashes abruptly,
planting deep routed doubtful seeds.

Why is it so hard to be kind?
Does it feel good to pass on strife?
Can open eyes have hearts so blind?
Do peoples grief fulfill dull lives?

Rejection murders confidence,
eliminates hopes and condemns,
a gift of great incompetence,
afraid opinions may contend.

How do poor feelings rule strong minds?
Why are wrongs kept while good vibes hide?
Can negative thoughts be assigned?
Do fears derive from deep inside?

Rejections hurt then gain control,
most often they are self imposed,
profound reflections from the soul,
healed once exposed, so they are shown.

Can insecurities find cures?
If intentions are clearly pure?
Will self expressions rest secure?
So inner whispers reassure.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


A sparkling star
passes time hearing wishes,
lighting hearts with hope.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Originally Published on March 30, 2021


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

Tough little girl as strong as nails,
had a strong will and dreams that scaled.
she often played outside with kids,
but could not run since her shoes slid.

This little girl, she had no clue,
her innocence hid what was true,
she lived within a paradigm,
people in need were seen as grime.

The little girl became so wise,
took every chance, studied design,
she grew up strong created plans,
to help herself and give a hand.

Bright little girl worked hard to share,
inside she always seemed to care.
Built charities at her own cost,
contributed silent support.

That little girl grew up concerned,
promised herself she would return.
Providing shoes, one of her deeds,
so kids could run, hope, and exceed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

The Skeptic’s Kaddish Poetry Partners #103 “Doubtful Thoughts”

I am so excited and proud to announce that my poem “Doubtful Thoughts” has been published on The Skeptic’s Kaddish. David (Ben Alexander) has also written an amazing response for it. Please visit his site here to read our poems. I would love to thank David (Ben Alexander) for taking the time and making the space to showcase my poem.

Thank you all in advance for your kind support.đź’• Happy reading!đź’•

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Second Wind

To die a bit each passing day,
as ashes drift then fade away.
Colorful hues become pale gray,
a haunting path leads hopes astray.

Choke from the words that scream inside,
suffocates every ounce of pride.
Exposes all her true self hides,
allowing misery to guide.

Gain smiles from all by being fake,
a heart of steel could never break,
yet everyday emotions ache,
knowing her life is a mistake.

Walks to the edge, meets a light flash,
sways side to side as feelings crash,
takes two steps back, old hopes rehash,
sadness and fears thrown in the trash.

Moved far from that hollow old shell,
free from what felt like a cursed spell.
A beaming laugh she carries well,
her sincere stories she now tells.

Grateful to live in her own skin,
each moment helps a mark begin.
Amazed at how perspectives spin,
showing how faith can always win.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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