Cycle

Hurt people hurt others,
I have often been told.
Invisible bruises
can turn warm into cold.

Inflicting discomforts
gives a false sensed control.
Feeling so empowered
feeding their darkened holes.

They never imagined
life would end up like this,
by hurting another
they fall down an abyss.

One fine day they will see
all the heartaches they caused,
It will grasp from within
forcing them to then pause.

Once the negative stops,
they can find hidden roots.
Exposing their dark past
will leave their ego mute.

As trauma resolves,
newfound peace they will find.
Empathy for others
can make this world feel kind.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Believe

The world I see
is not for me,
judgmental breeze,
from which I flee.


I wish for ways
to find escapes,
entrapping tape
keeps me at bay.


I long to heal
from the unreal,
new world reveals
all that I feel.


I plant a seed
wishes concede,
forces agree
to set me free.


I move and sway
a different way,
another day
does what I say
.

A stronger voice
offers a choice,
play like a toy
or create joy.


Happiness grew
from what I drew,
all I pursue
now becomes tru
e.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Wheel

Always move forward.
Keep looking towards desires.
Enjoy steering life.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Get

Three steps forward,
two steps back.
Slow but surely
kept on track.
Pushing onward,
being pulled.
Hesitations,
understood.


Find the courage
and the strength,
laying dormant
holding faith.

Focussed intent
form glories,
manifesting
new stories.


Borrow bright light
from the stars,
swallow swiftly
dissolve tar.
Ignite magic
start the fire
panoramic,
love transpires
.

Fulfilled wishes,
choose to fly,
bright warm kisses,
push them high.
Flow-through endless
turquoise hues,
a tremendous
seamless view
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Will

Doing what she must
as ways to survive.
Smacking her own face
just to feel alive.


Numbed to all the pain,
seasoned to betrayal.
Holding her weak heart,
knowing she will fail.


Crying without tears,
she screams, no one hears,
cover her own ears,
to shelter her fears.


Falling to the ground,
with no one around,
Finds strength to stand proud,
fixes her tilted crown.


Exhales all the hell,
she had to endure,
then takes a full breath
to feel reassured.


Stands on her two feet,
her head in the air,
as her inner force,
tempts her to now dare.


Knowing deep inside
her aim can build towers.
Cradles brighter views,
embracing her power.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Introspective

Flying my kite,
as I search for lost hope.
Hope flies too high,
tug its transparent rope
.

Rope made of thorns,
that cuts straight at my hands.
Hands feel so scorned,
as my knowledge expands
.

Expands power,
I kept hidden inside.
Inside the tower,
where my energies hide
.

Hide the ego,
I refuse to accept.
Accept, light flows,
while dismissing the rest
.

The rest fills needs,
in this balancing act.
Acts without greed,
ensures love will attract
.

Attract new paths,
opening many roads.
Roads to success,
destinations unfold
.

– 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

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