Bathe

When life takes a turn
and feels a bit bent,
I prepare a bath
made up of intent
.

Warm running water
creates a sound base,
a calmness soon lurks
erasing the chase.

I then add cologne
florida water,
shut both of my eyes
see my grandmother.

Her smile softly says,
make it like a tea,
a mixture of herbs
and relaxing leaves.

She says her goodbyes
to then drift away,
adding my flowers,
submerged I then lay.

All troubles and aches
are lifted at once,
the bath is then drained
anxiety gone
.

– 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

Angel

Composed of white light,
guardian of my dreams.
Protecting my nights,
while calming my screams.
Owner of my heart,
with abilities
to create fine art,
reliving each scene
.

He whines back the hour
in any wound clock,
then proves his powers,
destroying all locks.
To fix it again,
all effortlessly,
while clicking a pen
so consistently.

Teaches me to paint
a transparent smile,
releasing restraints
with genuine style.
He wears many wounds
from battles with life,
resembles the moon,
builds towers from strife.


Together we climb,
he sews me some wings
with silk thread and vines,
close our eyes and fling.
I learn how to fly,
secure by his side,
floating past the sky,
he cures me inside.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Span

It hurts so much
to grow up fast,
realizing childhood
could not last.
Unchain myself
from memories,
of aimless days,
sweet melodies
.

It stings so much
to open eyes,
engulfed in chores
with no surprise.
Grown bitterness
of a routine,
no lingered songs
in harmony.

Your life becomes
required lists,
a pointless chase,
you must persist.
Racing against
a time now gone,
only know rest
after you yawn.

It feels so good
to live carefree,
erase visions
of what should be.
Be grateful for
the people near,
so heart felt laughs
can reappear.

Be glad that you
still have today,
knowing that life
can always change.
See yesterday
as needed steps,
since lessons learned
bring great effects
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Unreal

I wrapped the wool
over my eyes,
afraid to see
you had two sides.
Showed loyalty
to tame my fears,
cried sensitive
crocodile tears
.

One part of you
admired me,
the other part
a silent bee,
that stings without
the slightest hiss,
portraying love,
poisonous kiss.


Presenting trust,
so I could share,
my hardest truths,
creative snare.
A fake friendship,
one of a kind,
so true for me,
but I was blind.


Still grateful for
the times gone by,
when I was fooled
by your disguise.
You filled a role
I needed then,
pretend is good
until it ends.

– Grace Y. Estevez






Understand

Do you understand what I try to say?
Exhale words in air, hoping they can stay?

Question what is true, searching for what’s real,
letting others know, how and why I feel.
I create my world, all the rest is fake,
like a plastic doll, swimming in a lake.
Give reasons a twirl, always spins right back,
pointing straight at me, my own harsh attack
.

Do you understand how life is a game?
Does it all evolve, does it stay the same?


I could see the game, shining in my eyes,
nothing hurts too deep, everything’s a sigh.
Laugh and look around, this game is absurd,
synchronize my heart, to all sounds unheard.
Grasping hard to hope, everything is fine,
building different views, making them all mine.

Do you understand we create delight?
Can we make our light, and control how bright?


I can see my thoughts, in and throughout life.
I can close my door, I cause all my strife.
I can see the shine, glisten more with time.
I can see the dark, when I blink my eyes.
I can blink again, blinking once or twice,
turn my views around, everything is nice
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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