Repair

I can not find a place to grow,
my light has dimmed no longer glows.
I do not fit in anywhere,
my thoughts are mine no room to share.
I keep hitting a concrete wall,
my victories become my fall.
I do not know what will come next,
my mind wonders if I was hexed.

My heart does not believe it’s hexed,
I envision what I want next.
My strength increases after falls,
I know I can climb any wall.
My purest joy comes when I share,
I now feel welcomed anywhere.
My heart and soul carry a glow,
I nurture it and watch it grow.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Mixed Seasons

Winter made me feel so warm,
snuggled up to watch snowstorms.
Singing kettles every night,
in your arms, I cuddled tight.


Spring appeared, changing the scene,
turned the ground into bright green.
Salty tears fell like dead leaves,
spring erased by autumn thieves.


Summer approached feeling cold,
parting hearts had lost their hold,
icy drinks filled my bare hands,
helping me to understand.


Autumn offered a new start,
springing in to brighten hearts.
Sunny showered rainbow hues,
light-filled views all became true.


Every climate is perceived,
outer thoughts are interweaved,
inner mirrors that reflect,
all the things that we project
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Outer

Possessed by an outer force,
many call external source,
some believe it lives inside,
cuddled snug in a complex mind.

Learn to teach all those unseen,
create endless boundaries,
confidence will turn the key,
transcending abundant ease.

Stop to breathe, notice mirrors,
eyes you see, look much clearer,
forgiving all past missteps,
guiding towards what projects.

All believe, what they perceive,
thoughts retrieve what they conceive,
drawn conclusions based on need,
eat the knowledge meant to feed.

Every soul is perfection,
for their path, not intention.
Providing greater lessons,
acts of bonds, and connections
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Determined

Climbing up an endless rose,
slippery ride, hold tight to hope.
Pulling up while sliding down,
turns his bright smile into a frown.

Thorny stem transforms to steps,
making this chore less complex,
fragrant scents perfume the air,
somehow life starts to seem fair.

Misty rain cures his thirst,
he wonders which effect came first,
knowing rise is not endless,
or being able to progress.

Then it happened rapidly,
his legs ascended avidly.
At the top, he felt a hug,
from his awaiting ladybug.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

7 Rays

Red brings passion
excites my life,
often carries
unwanted strife.
Cuts so swiftly
like a sharp knife,
gifts of great strength
with endless drive
.

Orange keeps me
high on my toes,
makes every dream
transform to goals.
Fills all of my
ambition holes,
allowing me
to take control
.

Yellow is my
favorite ray,
guiding my heart,
painting my days,
shades my worst thoughts,
a lighter gray,
makes all my fears,
dissolve away
.

Green appears
with a playlist,
smooth energy
hard to resist,
fills up the soul

with a pure kiss,
allowing thoughts
to co-exist
.

Blue is noticed
in beads of sweat,
hard at work with
no regret.
Responsible
to repay debts,
giving to all,
till nothings left
.

Pink is pretty
always so shy,
blushed while staring
at my eyes,
this connection
made bonds fly,
unveiled deceits
quickly climbed high
.

Purple provides
the sense to know,
forms confidence
letting it show.
It swam to me,
joining my flow,
lit up my pride,
then made it grow
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Perception

Wake up and go, do what you do,
laugh like a fool, while playing cool.

Go through your day, no time to play,
as feelings sway, in disarray.
Hold a brave face, keep it in place,
another chase, an unknown race.
Good afternoon never goes soon,
horrible swoon, howl at the moon.
Another night, turn off the light,
thoughts hold too tight, sleep puts a fight
.

Wake up and go, write your own show,
make your life glow, change up the flow.

Go through your day, make time to play,
watch feelings sway, enjoy sun rays.

Smile on your face, that stays in place,
no need to chase a winning race.

Good afternoon, time flies too soon,
internal swoon, hello full moon.

A better night, feeling so light,
hold pillow tight, sleep feels so right.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Curls

Out of the box hair,
untamable curly locks,
perfectly unique.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Journey

Life is a story
with an endless spin,
an action park ride,
controlled from within.
One day you fly high,
the next day fall down,
while studying rules,
a merry go round
.

Fickle and dizzy
an unbalanced soul,
breaking the routine,
gaining self-control.
So many questions
await a response,
obtaining all needs,
still longing for wants.


The planet has changed,
nothing is the same,
words have new meanings,
unrelated aim.
Two steps moving forward
take one full step back,
slowly advancing,
remaining on track.

A visible light,
unfolds a strong bridge,
your soul forming wings,
your body the hinge.
Inhale then exhale
let go of the weight,
float calmly through life,
live what you create
.



– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Jupiter

A snake disguised as a tree branch
can stand quite still to reach attack,
wears a sweet smile while stabbing backs,
carries pink hues, to hide the black
.

A victim role, you play too well,
pushing the fool, saying they fell,
sympathy gained is your best spell,
those by your side, live in your hell.

Do anything to get your way,
poisoned my cup, then caused delays,
your worried face was well displayed,
before your eyes, your plans decayed.

Paint yourself as bright and sunny,
with veins that flow the sweetest honey,
patient with a splash of funny,
acts to access unearned money
.

Inner pity makes you cruel,
taught by family to bend rules,
feed the hunger, ignite your fuel,
feeling like a special jewel.

Hope one day you can understand,
most lives rarely follow a plan,
the pain delivered by your hands,
reverts you back, to where you land.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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