Distress

Strong magnetic words
attached to my mind,
attracting lost tears,
no longer confined
.

I turn them around
but they just repel,
they fall back on me
disarming my shell.

Magnetic energy
with intentions said,
unbalance my senses
then bounce in my head.

Replaying each letter
that form every word,
unstabling spirit,
harsh ego transferred.

Magnetic forces
all come to a halt,
clearing my scarred wounds,
removing the salt.

Enclosing a shield
around my own soul,
sharpening visions,
regaining control.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Unchained

Invisible chains
are hard to remove,
they keep you in place
you can not improve
.

Ambitions on hold,
not hoping too far,
unseen slavery,
familial scar
.

Growing intention
slithers up the spine,
lingered rejections
draw a solid line
.

Fear is the leader
of imprisoned minds,
creating a cage
that make your eyes blind
.

Ignite inner fire,
try hard to resist,
the next generation
will learn to persist
.

A key in your heart
will vanquish the chains,
providing a chance
to remove the pain
.

Hold on to your light,
allow it to guide,
take steps to live free
with strength by your side
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Self assured

I search outside for sparks of light,
transforming my wrongs into rights.
I give advice along with hugs,
yet deep inside the void still tugs.

My heartstrings play a melody,
touching my mind like symphonies.
The sounds I hear distract my brain,
an endless task to fill with gain.

I talk in silence to my soul,
meeting myself gaining control.
All warm inside, feeling so bright,
with hopes upon a flying kite.

A search for what has now been found,
setting both feet on solid ground
.
Now those I meet have mirrored eyes,
reflecting what I hold inside
.


– Grace Y. Estevez


Past times

Memories made of marmalade,
sweeten my life, brighten my days.
Enhance my skills, fill me with thrills,
help as I climb wavering hills
.

Impressions made of fruit preserves,
disrupt sad thoughts, provide a swerve.
Make all strife pause, no need or cause,
standing ovations, await applause.

Remembrance made from berry jam,
anchored my mind before it swam.
Dust off past fails, letting me sail,
teaching me to always prevail.

Echoes of times made of jelly.
Festive moments feeling ready.
Move goals along, humming a song,
recall the seasons for which I long.


– Grace Y. Estevez



Ruby

A little girl got her first shoes,
opened the bag, then felt confused.
She hoped for ones just like her mother’s,
instead got ones worn by her brother
.

That little girl, she had no clue,
she never knew which lies were true.
At times she played outside with kids,
they made up tales, she ran and hid.


The little girl had goals and plans,
she grew up strong, now understands.
When she was young, a paradigm,
people in need were seen as grime.

Same little girl is now so wise,
took every chance, studied design.
Built charities at her own cost,
contributing silent support.

Compassion from her lessons learned,
she left but knew she would return.
Purchasing shoes for deprived kids,
so they never feel the way she did.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Blue Boy

Living his life like a dream.
Waiting for his day of luck.
Searching the garbage for food.
Working the streets for a buck
.

His face wears a permanent tear in his eye.
His smile is unsure, mixed with hope and pride
.

Exhausted by living
a life full of torture.
Holds on to his talent,
and soon finds exposure
.

A future so wealthy
it gives him a ride.
It changes his walk
he now learns to stride.
With fame and with fortune
held close to his side,
his confidence risen
no reason to hide
.

He fights to accept what he has in him.
A void and unrest that keeps his heart dim
.

A lesson he gathered
was obviously shown
as money is useful
but not for his throne


– Grace Y. Estevez

Assured

Approval is given with just a look,
invisibly measured like reading a book.
Acknowledging smile appears in the eyes,
a wink or a nod may help to decide
.

Approval is given when one does not seek,
acceptance conveying what words can not speak.
Preferential treatment to those without care,
a pretty demeanor will keep people there
.

What is in it for me?, is often asked.
A heart that is pure but mind fully masked.
Fears always keep looming and dancing inside,
exposing all terrors that try hard to hide
.

Approval most given is rarely needed,
try to please them all but most are defeated.
The others are captured, engulfed in their thoughts,
displaying a shell, hoping it is bought
.

Approval once given is thrown in the trash,
grab what is offered then leave in a dash.
Forgiving it all for perceived approval,
erasing all doubts, drowned ego removal
.


– Grace Y. Estevez



Concealed

Swallowing the knots,
so they stay inside.
Do not show a fear,
sorrows seem to hide
.

Masking with fake smiles,
as time passes by.
Share a laugh or two,
enjoying blind eyes
.

All of life is great,
feelings are blurry.
Protecting others,
from unseen worries
.

Posture always straight
head up and chin high.
Cheerful demeanor
with a silent sigh
.

No space for complaint
this life is a gift.
We should be grateful
so sadness can lift
.

So easy to know
the right way to feel,
yet taxing to do,
when despair is real
.

Daydreaming of hope
to light this abyss.
One step at a time,
while finding true bliss
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Tip Toe

Music box in my mind,
dreamy thoughts form a dance,
twirling to the rhythm,
of imagined romance
.

Pretty melodies help,
numb my tense scattered mind,
transcend through dark spaces,
flow through blank hollow times.

Memories quickly tap,
crisp natural tunes,
evaporating tales,
that smell of old perfume.

Hear uneven thunder,
stagnant tears fall like rain.
Lightning crashes my mind,
reigniting aged pain.

Basking in sunny rain,
as I sway with the breeze,
I forget who I am,
as the storms seems to freeze.

Spin to the melodies,
playing songs in my head.
The raindrops choose to stop,
as I lay on my bed.

– Grace Y. Estevez



Unease

Feeling flushed and displaced,
slowly shifting my weight.
loose control of my space,
as emotions debate.

My face falls to the ground,
nervously look around,
can not help but stare down,
anxious smile turns to frown.

So embarrassed to see,
what you must think of me,
look at you just to find,
what I feel deep inside.

Then I notice your hand,
while the floor turns to sand,
showing you understand,
sense your tremble expand.

Strength travels to my feet,
touching solid concrete,
with no room for defeat,
instantly feel complete
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

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