Segment

I lay my pen then close my eyes,
think of the times that slipped us by.
Relive the laughs we will not have,
we were as one but now just half.

Turn the page a different tale,
we were both good, never went stale.
Always a theme in stories told,
kissed by warm lights melting the cold.

A fairytale from long ago,
when knees were bent, while life flowed slow.
As liquid words absorb all ink,
diminished love, made our hearts sink.

Stories are told, one day at a time,
no clear-cut views, reason, or rhyme.
A simple truth that was perceived,
lived long ago by you and me.

Written by young hearts filled with hope,
climbing steep hills and endless ropes.
Adventures end with distinct paths,
glad to have met your exposed hand.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Solace

You promised to stay,
but your actions were swayed.

I could not remain,
heavy-hearted with pain
.

Left here all alone,
I feel like a lost stone
.
Seasons carry time,
mine arrived as bells chimed.

You seem nonchalant,
did you get what you want?

Do not ask what you know,
as relief I now own
.

Wanting back what I had,
missing you makes me sad.

Though we may be apart,
love has no end or start.

Learning how to accept,
teaches me to connect.

As your smile lights me up,
filling my empty cup.

With a loving farewell,
no more reasons to dwell.

I am always with you,
essence forever true.


– Grace Y. Estevez



Lessons

Lessons remove
innocence,
curing unknown
ignorance,
absorbing shunned
divergence,
preventing cold
consequence
.

Lessons arrive
abruptly.
At times they feel
unjustly.
Unaware of
benefits,
expands thoughts to
better fit
.

Lessons provide
expertise,
necessary
guarantees.
Opened eyes can
always see,
preventing waves
of unease.

Lessons remain
endlessly,
elevating
tenderly,
assigning new
dignity,
guiding towards
unity
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Detach

I will not impose on your new life,
just need to know if you are alright.
Did you remember to turn off the lights,
and turn them back on when skies dim at night
?

Sorry to impose but I need to ask,
was this always you? Did I love a mask?
Does your heart still feel or has it turned black?
When did we become just another task?

Regret to impose, but just one more thing.
Now that I left, do you whistle and sing?
Have you discovered you now have new wings?
Is life much better, since you cut all strings?

Can not impose, with my eyes set on me,
no made up visions of what we should be.
Standing on my own, firm like a proud tree.
Floating like a wave that travels by sea.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Apathy

Who pointed out contrast, making foreign wrong?
What made ignorance show, then stay for so long?
Where do dreams go, if great failures prolong?
Is compassion real with emotions withdrawn
?

When will we see beyond the body and skin?
Why are our differences perceived as a sin?
How can we fix life for our next of kin?
Can we stop second-guessing, then maybe win?

Who made us afraid of embracing the new?
What shadowed our hearts obstructing all views?
Where was that seed planted that sprouted and grew?
Did benevolence expire, or maybe just flew?

When did a quick walk, transform to steep climbs?
Why is a stained tear, worth less than a dime?
How can human eyes, see others like grime?
Was peace ever real and did it tarnished through time?

Who began the turmoil, will never be known.
What will make things better, can slowly be shown.
Change can always begin within our own throne.
While meeting ourselves, feel empowered alone.

When morals are studied and warmth is then spread.
Why hug a warped value, reach new ones instead.
Change is sure to take place, keep looking ahead.
Prepare your own meals, do not eat what is fed.


– Grace Y Estevez

Confined

If paddling a boat through the darkest tar,
the tar ensures you will not get too far.
Too far to picture a path towards light,
as light will grasp on, resolving all fights
.

Fights no longer yours, yet you did not let go,
let go of the knots that keep you from control.
Controlling steep steps you have chosen to take,
taking what is real, removing the fake.

The fake can be scanned with a fine toothed comb,
combing through tough knots, while clearing wide roads.
Wide roads show views seen indefinitely,
indefinite scenes, lived infinitely
.

Infinite tug of wars between good and bad,
bad thoughts quickly fade, hearing as you command.
Command with your eyes as they disclose all truths,
truth unmasking ego, exposing true you
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

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

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