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

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



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