He wakes up exhausted,
feels the same while in bed,
his world is distorted,
numbness laced with pure dread.

All moves feel so stagnant,
within his encaged thoughts,
dull memory fragments,
haunt false tales he once bought.

Disguising sorrowed tears,
wears a slight broken smile,
his attempts carry fears,
often seen as hostile.

Raindrops produce music,
that cascade on his head,
gifts of hopes that may stick,
to eventually spread.

Deeply stares at the sky,
till a rainbow appears,
aspirations run high,
as his dusty mind clears.

An empowering choice,
help him gain some control,
finding ways to rejoice,
swiftly brightens his soul.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published November 06, 2021

Silver streams fall on her face,
as years hide within her grace,
memories of wisdom gained,
recall all gifts she obtained.

She sees all that tries to hide,
holds her tongue keeps thoughts inside,
will not compromise her light,
always stands for what feels right.

Finding beauty in all things,
accepting destiny’s ring.
Laughing off what may annoy,
celebrates only pure joy.

Sitting silent at debates,
never adding any hate,
bringing peace when she arrives,
spreading love that grows and thrives.

She transformed from insecure,
spreading light is her main cure.
Warming hearts that turned icy,
inner flare always spicy.

Secret smile worn on her lips,
savoring the smallest sips,
removing all dark eclipse,
proudly sailing on her ship.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally published on July 05, 2021

Can hearts give love, never received?
Create firm paths, so steps are paved.
Can hearts trust fully, once deceived?
Give faith a chance by being brave.

Can hearts rest while fearing violence?
Protective light is always blessed.
Can hearts speak while being silenced?
Sought messages will be expressed.

Can hearts reach goals if filled with doubts?
Grasp inner light to form a plan.
Can hearts feel joy, and go without?
Paths open wide to show they can.

Can hearts know when their ego guides?
Uneasiness never feels right.
Can hearts know where divine love hides?
Search eyes to find profound insight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Closes her eyes,
sleepwalks through life,
exhaling tales born yesterday.
Thoughts gallop high,
jump over strife,
setting high sails to patch pathways.

An endless loop,
of circling doubts,
inhale lost dreams from brighter days.
Swallow bright scoops,
until light sprouts,
tempt inner love to come and play.

Savor the taste,
of times gone stale,
tomorrow starts as of today.
Smile glistens face,
break from their jail,
emotions race without delays.

No longer frail,
strength stands in place,
self confidence is swiftly raised.
Race to prevail,
wipe sweat from face,
conquer to form positive days.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published September 16, 2022

Today is a parody,
of yesterday’s memories.
Sentimental melodies,
mimicking life’s symphony.

Deep thoughts are like remedies,
altering extremities.
molding great disparities,
to form similarities.

Sunrise provides charity,
with fair regularity,
bringing the world clarity,
views carry serenity.

Moonlight beams polarities,
twinkling solidarity,
uniting dualities,
bearing singularity.

Everyday brings mysteries,
deriving from history,
guides with possibilities,
forming for eternity.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published June 03, 2022