New stories written every day
of people forming history.
Reflective fears often display
anguished eyes hiding misery.
Vast seas break into frantic tears,
at night the tides bring shadows.
Sleepwalking through a beach so clear,
each foreseen step feels shallow.
Navigating through anchored dreams,
every goal left on the shore.
Gambling through loud muted screams,
winning always begs for more.
Greedy needful hallowed hunger
takes big bites off the apple.
Thirsty eyes look so much younger,
drowning sorrows lighting candles.
Stale wishes sunk by weighed down goals
are absorbed like a soaked sponge.
Memories try to rip the soul,
helpless knots stuck in the lungs.
A mouthful of air provides hope,
conscious instincts soon arise.
Run quickly on a high tight rope
knowing fate can play all sides.
The past flies above in the air,
as the future is revealed.
Balanced lessons may seem unfair,
yet provide sound ways to heal.
Every new life takes a first breath
as another takes their last.
Each person’s tale carries great depth
made of chapters they surpassed.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy