Goodbye and Hello

A lingered song
plays in her head,
of memories
she once thought dead.
Familiar love,
once felt so deep,
haunting her thoughts
disrupting sleep.

Her sacred flock
was made of lies,
hearts never locked,
just false allies.
Promises made
dissolved and died,
smiles that she knew
were all disguised.

Saying farewell,
set her life free,
she made the move
turning the key.
Resentments fled
let bygones be,
cleared up the dark,
felt inner glee.

Shed a few tears
while letting go,
positive vibes
dictate life’s flow.
All that she touched
picked up a glow,
her inner light
expands and grows.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Why not?

What’s wrong with having fantasies?
Must we all see, to then believe?
Why must this be reality?
I rather build what I perceive!

Why can’t my life be my daydream?
Every new day would be supreme.
All human beings on the same team,
within each smile a beaming gleam.

No deceptions or need for lies,
all felt hunger would quickly die.
Each breathing life feels nature’s tie,
instinctively learns to abide.

If everyone wants to feel whole,
why can’t we break away from molds?
What would it take to free our souls,
from playing these unfulfilled roles?

Why can’t our lives consist of peace,
and everything come in with ease?
All wishes instantly received,
flying to us like a warm breeze.

Maybe if one day hearts unite,
embrace more love while ending fights,
a new world can arise so bright,
transforming darkness into light.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Gentle

Invisible tears that spill from sad eyes,
no invitations,
or reasoning why.

Inaudible screams can sometimes be heard,
filled with hidden fears,
that may sound absurd.

Internal worries can at times take place,
crumbling inside,
yet displaying grace.

One never knows what another holds in,
stop pointing out flaws,
judging foreign sins.

Remember that others reflect for you,
projections you make,
ignite what comes through.

Try being a friend, distributing love,
allow your presence,
to shine from above.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Adjust

I’m no angel, but I try,
every new day and all night.
If this world is what I see,
it was painted just for me.

Spray my words with dusty light,
understood with sound and sight.
Feelings sing whimsical tones,
so those touched can be atoned.

Miracles on solid ground
all unknowns instantly found.
Every eye captures pure truths,
without need for any proof.

Each new day is wrapped in joy,
new adventures flip a coin.
Fresh perceptions form clear views,
grab the brush and paint them true.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Veer

Past problems invade
when dreading reoccurrence.
Keep thoughts positive.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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