Flip the Coin

Look around,
feeling alone.
Like a hound,
search for a bone.
Search the ground,
kick at a stone.
Not a sound,
or a slight tone.
Never found,
true friendship zone.
Trust is bound,
suspicion shown.

Turn around,
feel good alone.
Happy hound,
chews a new bone.
Higher ground,
no sticks or stones.
My own sound,
creates fine tones.
Looked then found,
a joyful zone.
Faith unbound,
inner light shown.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Next step

Dizzy raindrops,
on my head.
A tin rooftop,
comfy bed.

Whispers music
in my ears.
cleansing tears.

Bite lower lip,
deep in thought.
Memory trip,
lessons taught.

Inner laughter
tickles soul,
ever after
happy goals.

Visualize smiles,
close both eyes,
intentions pile,
dreams arise.

soothes my pores.
opens doors.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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