Engaged with the thoughts, I carry inside.
Enslaved by the chains, that force me to hide.

I revere the sound
assigned to my soul.
Fueled with a craving
for breaking the mold.

Enraged with the strength, to go with the flow.
Encaged now set free, go where the wind blows.

Rejoice in the sound
assigned to my soul.
Unlocking all barriers
while letting things go

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally published on December 23, 2020

Lost and Found

Wrapped in sorrows,
few words spoken.
Saddened stale years
served as tokens.

Sweetest gestures,
strung love along.
Flung wicked words
forever strong.

Listened to lies,
new ones each day.
Danced in spotlights
as anguish played.

Spewed blank phrases
no conviction.
Blown air kisses,

Captured tears bring
formed addictions.

Standing prepared,
fully withdrawn.
Making this time,
the final straw.

Feeling ready
to let this go.
Slowly sculpting,
a grand plateau.

Glimmering eyes,
smiling so bright.
Inner hues shine,
new found delight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Goodbye and Hello

A lingered song
plays in her head,
of memories
she once thought dead.
Familiar love,
once felt so deep,
haunting her thoughts
disrupting sleep.

Her sacred flock
was made of lies,
hearts never locked,
just false allies.
Promises made
dissolved and died,
smiles that she knew
were all disguised.

Saying farewell,
set her life free,
she made the move
turning the key.
Resentments fled
let bygones be,
cleared up the dark,
felt inner glee.

Shed a few tears
while letting go,
positive vibes
dictate life’s flow.
All that she touched
picked up a glow,
her inner light
expands and grows.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Set Free

A mountain of lies,
built one at a time,
increasing in size,
right before my eyes

A city of trust,
all covered with dust,
provoking disgust,
deceptions unjust

An ocean of pain,
swoops into my brain,
foreseeing great gain,
while breaking the chain

A field of bright dreams,
crops made of light gleams,
past flows off the stream,
soul feels clear and beams

A garden of hope,
pick each one to cope,
old slippery slopes,
are sealed envelopes.

An island of thoughts
displays inner force,
as life runs its course,
discover the source

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Good Riddance

I throw dense boulders on my past.
Old kicks and punches,

fractured mast.

Tearing my heart

to simple shreds,
a gain in tears

from which they fed.

I throw dense boulders on my past.
Releasing pain,

set free at last.

Despair at sail,

each day I failed
alone in snowy

storms of hail.

I throw dense boulders on my past.
Lessons received,

fermented fast.

Solemn pictures

in pretty frames
creating life

from petty games.

I throw dense boulders on my past
Awakened life,

designed contrast.

My heart is new,

people are true
with shiny distinct

point of views.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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