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


Past problems invade
when dreading reoccurrence.
Keep thoughts positive.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

New Morning

A bright new day,
the sun appears.
Creating dust
out of old tears

Molding a life
that brings in joy.
Brighter outlooks
will be my choice.

Each skipping step
with extra bounce.
Drinking from love,
finish each ounce .

My heart beat sings
another song.
Momentum found
makes me feel strong.

Changing my views,
positive whirl.
What I believe
rebuilds my world.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Self aware

Frustration grabs a hold of me.
It shakes me till I can not see.
While blocking off my clarity,
a forceful negativity.

Day dream of days when all was fine.
Realizing flaws were in my mind.
The things I longed for, I now have,
yet some how still attract contrast.

A voice in me scolds my dark side,
outlining why it should subside.

“Be grateful for the gifts you own,
and miracles you have been shown,
remember there is nothing owed,
mere bleak attempts to veer your road.”

Unbinding me, now feeling calm.
Unblinding hope, held in my palm.

I take a step to breathe deeply,
in efforts to release freely.
Regain my positivity,
bring myself back entirely.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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