Bloody words
escape my lips,
fly like birds
that fall and slip,
look absurd
but slowly trip
visions blurred,
until they flip.

Bled out sounds
possessed my tongue,
left my mouth,
fled from my lungs,
tilted ground,
vibrations rung,
sadness found
where all begun.

Bleeding tunes
ring in my ears,
my head swoons
expunging fears,
hope balloons
releasing tears,
heart cocoons
yet, feels so clear.

Blood filled songs,
finally healed,
curing wrongs,
dropping the shield,
thoughts prolonged
but now revealed,
truth belongs
to what feels real.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Moving Forward

A little boy, made to shine shoes.
A little girl, singing the blues
Both neglected and both abused,
without a choice but to be used

Finding each other in sunlight,
forced to depart before the night
Not giving up, or losing hope,
with every day learning to cope

Enhanced each other, gaining strength,
providing love through any length
They worked and sang, purely for tips,
escaped their lives, taking a trip

So far away, they started new,
a unique world made to feel true
Realizing thoughts can form their tale,
empowering sword helped them prevail

Dying to all, yet still alive,
through chaos storms, they still survived
Forgiving those they left behind,
not looking back, now redefined

The life they left had made them strong.
Why should they concentrate on wrongs?
Instead, they killed all resentments,
made to forgive, not to ferment

Focused on goals and future plans,
the kindest hearts lending their hands.
Blessed as their gains always expand,
knowing their dreams fall where they land

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


A ragged house, high on a cliff,
loose wooden frame, support adrift.
Doe-eyed young girl, innocent soul,
filled with stories, yet to be told.
Active childhood, playing at home,
nutrition scarce filled up with foam.
Bullied baby with many scars,
obtained visions took her quite far.
Saving earnings, for a new life,
releasing her from all past strife.

An unknown country filled with big dreams,
fluorescent lights drowned out extremes.
Vigorous heart, beats in her chest,
always at work, no time for rest.
Still, a bright smile shines on her face,
brimming with hues of natural grace.
Every downfall brings a new chance,
turning sorrows into a dance.
Sunlight appears with gifts of luck,
liberty bells of freedom struck.

A serene breeze inflates her lungs,
with homemade sweets coating her tongue.
Winning ticket held at her side,
future visions expand so wide.
Unbalanced house is fixed at last,
mending the holes from a dim past.
Greeting with joy each sparkling day,
while healing lives in distinct ways.
Positive vibes, the greatest gift,
a humble soul will grow and lift.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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