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

Shed the Old

Crawling on my naked skin,
feeling numb, needles and pins.
Reliving every last sin,
knowing what make my thoughts spin.

Loosing balance everyday.
Why do good times have to sway?
I no longer want to play
games with the thoughts thrown my way.

Sink my heart till dreams are gone,
motivation soon departs.
Every inch becomes too far,
my bright light is stuck in tar.

Pull myself up from this rut,
shake the feelings from my gut,
heal the deepest inner cuts,
call out powers that I trust.

My life is stories I form.
Stand unique I’m not the norm.
Love and pride in me is born,
dancing up passionate storms.

Chills have taken over me,
let myself fly high and free.
Take in what I want to be,
absorb possibilities.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Right Now

Every old step, led to today,
while skies were painted shades of gray.
All hopes got lost , hearts filled with pain,
lost every dream, tears fell like rain.

Every old step, led to today,
even while life was not okay.
No words or actions could explain,
how all was lost with nothing gained.

Every old step, led to today,
faith came around, as sadness prayed.
Logic played ping pong with the brain,
pumping warm light through thirsty veins.

Every old step, led to today,
with no regrets holding down weight.
Letting things go, breaking the chains,
so joys are easily attained.

Every old step, led to today,
each lesson learned creates a sway.
Passion comes crashing like a train,
allowing growth to be obtained.

Every old step, led to today,
experiences pave better ways,
making the best of every strain,
saving bright hearts from worn dull stains.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Victims of manipulation,
seldom find justification,
sometimes excuse situations,
blaming crossed interpretations.
After close examination,
and in depth evaluation,
they create an explanation
for their blind participation.

If reviewing the foundation
they will notice the formation,
of toxic communication
with no room left for translation.
An immediate separation
may offer clarification,
carrying great orientation
for all future conversations.

Forming new healthy relations
should provide some inspiration,
along with great motivation
for a loving combination.
Life brings gifts of relaxation,
sometimes through rough revelations,
one can reach an elevation
that provides joyful sensations.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Never too late

Shells of what I thought would be,
reflections stare back at me.
Challenging what my eyes see,
all encaged thoughts are set free.

My blood flows like windy seas,
pressure of a narrow stream.
Present times erase all dreams,
all hopes choke on haunting screams.

Tomorrow goals swiftly flee,
too tired to turn the key.
Future has no guarantee,
today holds what minds foresee.

Tiny shivers igniting glee,
paving every step that leads.
Mirrored paths plant hopeful seeds,
sense of pride produce sweat beads.

Echoed smiles provides great peace,
happiness flows with warm ease.
Sitting still like a wise tree,
watch time travel in the breeze.

Chances arrive suddenly,
each year bring joy jubilees.
Hopeful daydreams buzz like bees,
paint bright possibilities.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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