All over again

Another chance,
to break my heart.
Another trance,
strong will departs.
Another glance,
make options smart.
Another dance,
forms a new start.

Brace my being,
for what will be.
Brace the feelings,
I let fly free.
Brace for meetings,
to hear sad pleas.
Brace the healing,
of you and me.

A better try,
lets go of fears.
A hope so high,
dries up old tears.
A joyful cry,
rings in my ears.
A dream that flies,
guides every year.

Time to forget,
and throw away.
Time to regret,
all selfish ways.
Time to offset,
a darker place.
Time to just let,
light fill all days.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Will Be

Concentrate on what will be,
how to make each day happy
Analyze the life you live,
make a change, take what you give.

Create a world, then rejoice,
happiness is made by choice.
Become what you most admire,
ignite forces towards desires.

Learn from lessons, remove drama,
dissolving unwanted trauma.
Do not feed dark, let it starve,
instead heal life as it carves.

Form a future everyday,
feel the words you choose to say.
Visualize what you expect,
living what your heart reflects.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


To be deranged
is quite unique,
standing alone
for all to see.

Different ways
lead to a thought,
no telling how
or why it formed.

Out of the box
is how we think,
oppressed by most
making us shrink.

Never afraid
to speak our truth,
for words expressed
we gather proof
Otherwise facts
are seen as lies,
no tainted words
instead stained eyes.
Our views may be
instead of seen
as clues for good.

If uniformed
is not your way,
keep your head high
pave your today.

A peaceful poise
can hold your hand,
bringing you hope
without demands
As confidence
becomes your friend,
a newfound
in you extends.
A self-belief
will guide your path,
igniting hearts
with light-filled baths.
An inner strength
will take control,
marking your words
making you bold.
Self-love increased
confidence too,
in a rare world
made just for you

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on March 18, 2021

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

Originally Published on January 29, 2021


How could you look him in the eyes,
while feeding his heart loads of lies?
How could you rip his heart to shreds,
and let his dreams constantly tread?

Did coldness freeze your human heart?
Did empathy simply depart?
Did you wake up just feeling numb?
Did ego refuse to succumb?

How could you sleep peaceful at night,
and let him cuddle you so tight?
How do you feel no sense of guilt,
even while hurting bonds you built?

Do you feel good living this way?
Do you enjoy the games you play?
Do you smile at the lies you say?
Do you wish apathy could sway?

It must be a tough, lonely road,
to carry a sad, empty load.
It must be hard to look inside
to know darkness is all you find.

Try a good talk, maybe a cry,
try to let trauma slip and die.
Try holding joy and being true,
try letting love and light touch you.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Live life to the fullest
In love with each moment
Fearless like a bullet
Explore each component

Improve every minute
Success has no limit

Take charge each new morning
Outwardly exploring
Open to enjoying

Securing fulfillment
Hopeful and so brilliant
Oasis of enrichment
Ready and resilient
Transforming commitment

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


on your feet.
Stand upright,
share your light.
Hand out joys,
mute your voice.
Offer ears,
soothe their fears.

aim to please.
Give your all,
capture falls.
Put them first,
feed their thirst.
Never fail,
help hopes sail.

turn the key.
Make a change,
set the stage.
You count too,
make wants true.
Self esteem,
pushes dreams.

set them free.
Let them go,
own your goals.
Do for you,
create views.
Take a spin,
love within.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Is dignity a sour trait?
If hurried but forced to sedate.
Does self assurance provoke hate?
Only to those that can’t relate.

Will poise make others hesitate?
If their own ego feels afraid.
Can pride ever be seen as great?
When morals are all clear and straight.

Does intrigue form forceful debates?
If anxious thoughts are felt innate.
Will courage heal, stick, and inflate?
It lives in hearts that carry faith.

Can confidence help minds create?
If visions come from a high state.
Is certainty an act of fate?
A knowing soul defeats the wait.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Bright Tomorrow

The pain that comes,
will somehow pass,
a cure for some,
happens so ​fast.
Slowly inhale,
take one last breath,
another fail,
led to hopes death.

Dark bloody stains,
dirty both hands,
life full of strain,
and tough demands.
So hard to show,
what is not there,
a forced fake smile
glows pure despair.

Rebuild your heart,
stitch with silk thread,
create a start,
release the dread.
Find happiness,
in the small things
watch as sadness
becomes extinct.

Take each day slow,
use baby steps,
each new reached goal,
leads to the next.
The fakest smile,
will become real,
as good times pile,
life gains appeal.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Echoing five-beat rhythmic patterns,
make my hips move, pitter patters.
Festive music, daydreams splatter,
misting my thoughts, with what matters.

Merengue tunes one of a kind,
hypnotic flow, moves up my spine.
African/Spanish dance entwined,
three passing tales seem to align.

One story says it came from slaves,
chained together, cutting sweet cane.
Swaying to the beats, machetes made,
dragging worn feet, to ease their pain.

Leader arrived, limping and hurt,
revolution, leg pain overt.
Villagers prayed, aches would divert,
to ease his shame, their walk swept dirt.

Others have claimed it was a treat,
confection of sugar so sweet,
enchanting dance, always upbeat,
tastebuds enjoy, cravings replete.

New world techniques, old traditions,
form a styles made for musicians.
Fun songs remove inhibitions,
lyrics provide vast compositions.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on February 15, 2021

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