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

Prompt – Situation 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.