Prompt

Guides me to heaven,
dances in my head,
eleven eleven,
again and again.

With every question,
riddles unravel,
eleven eleven,
pursues my travels.

Feel a deep message,
with every receipt,
eleven eleven,
runs wild in my dreams.

Day or night lessons,
whatever the time,
eleven eleven,
there for me to find.

Highlights direction,
to all that I see,
eleven eleven,
means so much to me.

Offers progression,
message held inside,
eleven eleven,
prompts sent from my guides.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Condemn

Reflections shown, while casting stones,
judgments are thrown, yours hide alone.
Unseen disguise, eyes in a veil,
swallow bad deeds, sighs are exhaled.

Looking outside, escape within,
choose not to see, deep-rooted sins.
Secure the cage, well kept inside,
hidden secrets, no one can find.

All concealed guilts, the heart knows well,
let the stones lay, where they once fell.
Absolve regrets, love and accept,
so conversations can connect.

Give empathy a love filled space,
real understanding is embraced.
Pure clarity helps souls unite,
perceptions fall with true insight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #192 hosted by Fandango

Plans

Thought circle around.
Cement deeply in the mind.
Vanish with the breeze.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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