Opening of heavens gates,
one look at you,
led to my fate.

Took your tiny hand in mine,
you grabbed my heart,
clouding my mind.

Cushioned you from any scare,
missed once or twice,
but always cared.

Turned my love into despair,
resentment shown,
was always there.

Twist of fate with links unshared.
mud on my face,
our bond impaired.

Ring my ears with screeching howls,
my voice a hymn,
you hear a growl.

Memories come to say good bye,
they comfort me,
under blue skies

– Grace Y. Estevez

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


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

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