Lagrima

A single tear
wanders a path,
sorrows get cleared
releasing bath
.

Slowly strolling,
down her left cheek.,
her mind ponders
answers she seeks
.

The lonely tear
reaches her chin,
captures her fears
staining her skin
.

It takes a bow

then jumps and skips,
flying straight down
decides to dip
.

Her answers come,
one at a time.
Her heart then hums
to inner chime
s.

One tear runs dry,
at last, released,
without a cry
instantly eased
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Curtains

When life is done, if memories last,
I will hold the good times from my past.
Fond memories, of carried smiles,
euphoric flurries, when laughs ran wild.

Every old road will become slides,
bright carnivals, packed with fun rides,
Possessions owned, now left behind,
for all I worked, I earned my pride.

All lessons learned, fly from their jars,
light up the sky, form shiny stars.
The ugly times will then be buried,
as my soul clears without a worry
.

Until that day, I will live well,
creating tales others can tell.
Open my eyes to read my story,
close them once more, relive the glory.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Candle Light

Light a candle,
then search the flame.
It takes a breath,
I do the same.

The fire dances
a rhythmic sway,
my body moves
in the same way.

The hot wax drips
along each side,
smile as tears drop,
from both my eyes.

Inhale all hope,
the light emits.
Energies guide
and soon transmit.

Clear and pure thoughts
are now evoked,
exhale all pain,
watch as it smokes.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Extinguish

Dramatic sounds,
ring through my voice,
shaking around,
removing choice,
makes my head pound,
vibrating noise,
fall to the ground,
losing my poise
.

Dramatic views,
blind both my eyes.
Perceptions choose
a hidden lie.
Creating news,
so stories fly,
without a clue
yet still implied
.

Dramatic taste,
I thought I craved,
The greatest waste
was all I gave.
Gasoline bastes,
set to enslave.
Living in haste,
digging my grave
.

Dramatic touch,
caressing deep.
No longer clutch,
not mine to keep.
Giving too much,
making hills steep.
Calming the rush,
so I can sleep
.

Dramatic scents,
that swim inside.
Chaos ferments,
a troubled mind.
Will not consent,
to being kind,
instead prevents,
simply declined
.

Dramatic life
abandoned past.
Presented strife,
that did not last.
Turmoil was knifed,
calming it fast.
Peace is now rife,
enjoyed contrast
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Complete

Entwined in what I feel for you.
eyes swollen shut, forbidden fruit.

Expand the thoughts that you withdrew,
I know you well, feel your heart too
.

What should I do? no sign or cue,
go separate ways to live as two
?

If not this life then life turns blue,
swallow this thought as the main clue.


A painted frame, shiny and new.
we did not stall, instead, we grew.


Entangled wings with which we flew,
connections make emotions brew.


Filling our eyes with pretty views,
Strongest of bonds, adhesive glue.


Looked in your eye, instantly knew
forever mine, feeling so true
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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