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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.

Ignite

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.




Win

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.

Startled

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!)

Integrated

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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