Phases of Life

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 way,
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.

Ran straight 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,
found inner 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.

Finally 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,
epiphanies to reenact.
Echoes are gone, that is a fact
the best is now, what she attracts.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #244 hosted by Reena

Prompt – Video Prompt

Helpful Note

The front doorbell rings,
my heart skips and springs,
sixth sense leaps then flings,
pure excitement sings.

I open the door,
nothing to explore,
then look at the floor,
feel chills touch my core.

Found an envelope,
instructions to cope,
instantly felt hope,
extended my scope.

It taught me the way,
to brighten my days,
keep ego at bay,
so happiness stays.

Never knew from who,
this message came through,
it changed my old views,
made me feel brand new.

Flew in like a dove,
straight from up above,
gave a gentle shove,
filled me up with love.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #243 hosted by Reena

PromptSituation 2
The doorbell rings and your character answers it – finding nothing but an envelope with nothing on it. They open it and follow the instructions.


Stare at reflections
in various shades,
marching in crowds
like armies of blades.

Fueled with attacks
and willing to share,
lost hope in a sack,
too afraid to care.

Look in the mirror,
what is it you see?
A power and strength
weakened by defeat.

A courage that ran
as life became tough,
flying boomerang,
enough is enough.

Contagious deceits
are spread by our views,
cure quick with strong will
or chaos consumes.

Power from within
our birth given right,
grasp on to this strength
choose to spread pure light.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #242, hosted by Reena

Prompt: Write whatever the featured image brings up in you.


Charming hook lures pure hearts in,
shines bright, while piercing soft skin.
Memories haunt deep within,
swims through thoughts, inventing sin.

Clever arrow, shiny head,
sails the air, misses instead.
Lucky prey runs far ahead,
follows instinct, where it led.

One more day counting the sand,
upside down regrets, still land.
Same blank day never expands,
if dictating life’s great plan.

Chew on trauma, fall in trap,
digs the mind, while leaving gaps.
Reliving thoughts till they snap,
spread large wings, that cannot flap.

Pause from climbing, feel the now,
stop asking “why”, “when” and “how”.
History can form new vows,
others do what you allow.

Free the past, create new goals,
old days gone, regain control.
Flesh can be torn, not the soul,
absorb old times, become whole.

Regrets shadow yesterday,
tomorrow follows today.
Use lessons as sound displays,
blissful days are underway.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #241, hosted by Reena

Prompt: The only ghost that scares is a past version of you.


The fear inside her misty eyes,
made her heart spring and shoot up high.
Blood pressure races to the sky,
asking herself the reason why?

Why did a solar flare attack?
Why do magnetic fields have cracks?
Why do so many problems stack?
Why does this world suffer such lack?

Taking a breath trying to calm,
drank water from her shaking palm.
Her lips so dry, she applied balm,
slowly recited sacred psalms.

Closed both her eyes, felt instant ease,
she got up then dusted her knees,
suddenly felt a sense of peace,
caress her face with the warm breeze.

So grateful this was not the end,
realizing fractures can all mend.
Instantly felt her faith extend,
knowing unknown powers transcend.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #240, hosted by Reena

Prompt: We go with a collage prompt this week.
(Welcome back to a world which did not change, despite the solar flare and a cracked magnetic field!)


Reflection seen,
is not my own.
A figurine,
eyes so well known.

Her intense stare,
held plastic smile,
creates a flare,
with unique style.

Look straight at her,
see half of me,
bright force transfers,
clears all I see.

Suddenly blinks,
her tears away.
Reads thoughts I think,
“she can not stay.”

Inhale the hues,
she left behind.
Energies fuse,
soul, heart, and mind.

Feel her essence,
linger inside.
A full presence,
that will not hide.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #239, hosted by Reena
Situation prompt : You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror.

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