Envy

The jealous are unfortunate,
living a life without purpose.
Instead foreign accomplishments
become their source of great distress
.

Longing for someone else to fall,
transforms owned steps into a crawl.
When never choosing to look straight,
massive brick walls can self-create
.

Energy aimed on someone else
is best when placed upon oneself.
Staring inside a troubled mind,
as dimmed darkness tumbles behind
.

Building a new world of comforts
while satisfying one’s own thirst.
Forming a bridge towards ample wealth,
still manifesting vigorous health
.

Brightening up a dampened soul,
gifting it with owned self-control.
Speaking frankly with inner-self,
feeling more pride, loving ourselves
.


– 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

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


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

Chase

Money is an entity
needed for stability.
Vanquishes identities
if wanted fundamentally
.

It becomes ambition pills
while obtaining greater skills.
Weariness surrounds your will,
green eyed monsters shoot to kill
.

People say they want the best,
most can not sit down to rest.
Always filled with new requests,
seeking to find treasure chests
.

Many can become obsessed
with the thought of new progress.
A daydream they live to stress,
uninformed that they are blessed
.

– 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

Empathy

A piece of me,
I share with you.
You come to me,
when I feel blue
.

I sympathize
,
with what you feel.
You feel for me,
so no big deal
.


Your problems bring

me such unrest.
Unrest now lifted
off my chest
.


Clear off my mind
,
from your affect.
Affects now gone,
cure my heart next
.


I cure your heart
,
easing your mind.
Your mind so pure,
a heart so kind
.


You look away
,
leave tearful eyes.
Eyes meet my glance,
then say good bye
.


Compose myself
not looking back.
Your empathy,
keeps me on track
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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