Give and Take

I come to you with opened arms,
to keep you safe from any harm.
I shield your heart with my heartbeat,
and fill your lungs with air I breathe.
I close my eyes give yours a rest,
then run through time and pass all tests.
I run in place, wait while you crawl,
to stay in place and catch your falls.

We stay in place to catch our falls,
and always run we never crawl.
We get straight A’s on all our tests,
so we can laugh till we need rest.
We play on earth and watch her breathe,
dance to the sound of her heartbeat.
We are both safe away from harm,
emitting light with opened arms.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Expressed

Silence is hidden,
inside of your eyes.
Lips full of answers
smothered with wise lies.

All truths are revealed
exposed by your eyes.
Back-peddling words
disclosed by surprise.

Awkward discomfort
expressed in your eyes.
No words are needed,
tears glue our demise.

Hopes have been ruined
as seen in your eyes,
you want one more win
yet despise the prize.

My unspoken words
scream loud in my eyes,
they say their farewells
with one breathless sigh.

Newfound intentions
live within my eyes.
Self-preservation
is my greatest tie.

Best wishes and love
shine from both our eyes,
mute words go unheard
our eyes say goodbye.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Honesty

Bloody words
escape my lips,
fly like birds
that fall and slip,
look absurd
but slowly trip
visions blurred,
until they flip.

Bled out sounds
possessed my tongue,
left my mouth,
fled from my lungs,
tilted ground,
vibrations rung,
sadness found
where all begun.

Bleeding tunes
ring in my ears,
my head swoons
expunging fears,
hope balloons
releasing tears,
heart cocoons
yet, feels so clear.

Blood filled songs,
finally healed,
curing wrongs,
dropping the shield,
thoughts prolonged
but now revealed,
truth belongs
to what feels real.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Phases

Memories began, when she was five,
with not much care, feeling just fine.
Spending her days, unknotting binds,
most pleasant child, kept within lines.

Her brilliant mind, was masked for thrills,
her deepest thoughts, went unfulfilled.
Naughty but in the purest ways,
angry that fun, could never stay.


As sweet sixteen soon came to be,
unmasking lies, for all to see,
her darkest fears and solemn tales,
picked herself up, when all hands failed.

Adulthood swiftly came to play,
removing bows and pretty lace.
Moving away, to a new place,
with no old ties, a new escape.


She met new dolls, gave them fun names,
so paper cut, they looked the same.
They grew up fast, sharing some bonds,
of her strange ways, they were quite fond.

An angel came, swept her right up,
soaking her tears, filling her cup.
He washed his hands, when he was done,
leaving her torn, making her run.


Soon ran into his opposite,
numbing herself, if for a bit,
but realized he was not fit.
He screamed too loud, the walls were hit.

She thought of ways to go off grid,
too late some how, they now had kids,
did not work out, support all hid
.
She found the strength to close the lid.

Sun had emerged, behind the clouds,
love came in fast, it sang so loud.
Enough for two, three was a crowd,
shinning with grace, she took a bow.

It claimed her heart, also her mind,
the love was true, one of a kind.
One small pebble, stuck in the way,
it got kicked fast, it could not stay.


Soon she was healed, remorse had fled,
her love was real, not in her head.
Followed the paths, to where they led,
so she could sleep, on her own bed.
Her fairytale was not an act,
but memories, to reenact.

Echoes are gone, that is a fact
the best is now, what she attracts.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


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