I can no longer recognize
the look I carry in my eyes.
A knowing stare,
becomes a glare,
with all that dare,
to be unfair.

I can no longer sit and sigh
then fall asleep on comfy lies.
Must search for proof,
swim in pure truth,
make bumpy smooth,
seamlessly soothe.

I can no longer chew on hate,
all past resentments left to fate.
My will proceeds
at lightning speed,
jumps to succeed,
to then exceed.

I can balance both light and dark,
losing fears while brightening sparks.
Feeling so brave,
breaking the chains,
igniting flames,
erasing shame.

I can answer when being called,
all of my senses standing tall.
Build what I see,
flow with the breeze,
feeling at ease,
my soul flies free.

I can assist with spreading light,
extend my hand, help hearts unite.
Throwing a rope,
helping some cope,
tilting the slope,
offering hope.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy