Sun rays chase shadows,
illuminating foot steps.
Bright start every day.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Morning Light
Impression
Cares so much for how she is seen,
ignoring her heart and her needs.
Perfection has no in-between,
searching for nods to then proceed.
Her life is just a giant screen,
formed by high hopes that must succeed.
Every smile worn creates a scene,
assuring she is well received.
Inside she feels like a machine,
no longer sure if she could bleed.
Her empty eyes fill with saline,
as swallowed tears water her seed.
She takes a breath to feel serene,
then promises to not concede.
An inner sparkle intervenes,
so that her soul can take the lead.
A future painted fresh and clean,
so self assured her goals exceed.
She only says the words she means,
so her actions could not mislead.
She builds a throne, sits like a queen,
a higher joy is guaranteed.
Pure honesty is her routine,
all prior anchors have been freed.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Outlook
Farewell past mistakes.
Hello, new inspiration.
Always evolving.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Honesty
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
Necessary
I come to you, heart on my sleeve,
to say farewell before I leave.
To lay the truth out on your hands,
in hope that you could understand.
I trust that we will be just fine,
once I express thoughts on my mind.
In breaking down our concrete wall,
all issues will instantly fall.
I look at you, feeling dismay,
as your eyes do not look the same.
Your face became a hollow mask,
as if my presence is your task.
My ego rises as I see,
your smile wants to belittle me.
My words come out a jumbled song,
absorbing peace and feeling wrong.
Regain my self control once more,
antagonizing looks ignored.
Came here this time to make things right,
final goodbye without a fight.
Am doing this to close old ties,
without the need for petty lies.
You have your path and I have mine,
both living happy distinct lives.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy