Good bye to yesterday,
today meets brighter ways,
serendipity sways,
embrace joy so it stays.

Trust fate, truly believe,
open up, then receive,
wishes that hearts conceive,
become all goals achieved.

Blink away stagnant views,
deep day dreams can come true,
colors absorb gray hues,
positive thoughts pursue.

Destiny settles scores,
good fortune opens doors,
let faith guide towards more,
bright light shines deep in core.

Time clears off stagnant blocks,
opportunity knocks,
through surprise and sheer shock,
watch as pure luck unlocks.

All “starts” follow an “end”,
miracles soon extend,
pleasant blessings transcend,
past what minds comprehend.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Hello friends, when wonderful opportunities come knocking on my door, I do not hesitate to open. I will be on hiatus for a couple of weeks but will do my very best to keep up with your blogs. Keep faith alive, miracles do happen. 💕💕💕

The smile you wear within your eyes,
are just for show, a great disguise,
a display of what hides inside,
sad little girl forced to oblige.

The thoughts you carry of yourself,
only serves you and no one else.
A narcissist can make hearts melt,
until their slow poison is felt.

The hurt you caused me this last time,
shot me so hard, echoed and chimed.
It punctured bruises in my heart,
and made my decreased trust depart.

The things that I know now, I knew,
but still prayed that they were not true.
My confidant was always you,
with blindfolds on, I had no clue.

The connection we had was strong,
it served a purpose for so long,
fate had a reason, was not wrong,
but could not go further prolonged.

The day I see you walking by,
I wish to see your head held high,
hope you have light within your eyes,
waving hello to my goodbye.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published May 13, 2022

Eating from,
an empty plate,
pressing thumb,
carries great weight.
Standing dumb,
while chained to fate,
being numb,
helps her relate.

Feeding lies,
till they are true,
closing eyes,
till views are new.
Muting cries,
to cover blues,
breathing sighs,
as setbacks grew.

Walking miles,
on endless trails,
drowning while,
trying to sail.
Finding isle,
hopes can prevail,
forming smile,
as she exhales.

Healing past,
thoughts that repeat,
dancing fast,
to strong heartbeats.
Viewing blast,
makes life feel sweet,
Feeling vast,
clear, and complete.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published April 23, 2022