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

Transformation

Self transformation.
Requires dedication,
and a deep desire.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Yours truly made a change,
invented myself new.
Controlling my own stage,
to me, I will be true.

All energy within
wishes to shine brightly.
Now destined for the wins,
embracing joys tightly.

The new me always laughs,
likes to dance and enjoy.
No longer feels like half,
filled up every last void.

Some thunderstorms crash hard
to clear up hidden wounds.
Sometimes a single drop
can feed a whole commune.

Why cry and carry pain?
Instead, let go and heal.
Life should be filled with gain,
not problems and ordeals.

Each breath will come and go,
lifetimes can feel so brief.
Inner change helped me grow,
by turning a new leaf.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

When life takes a turn
and feels a bit bent,
I prepare a bath
made up of intent.

Warm running water
creates a sound base,
a calmness soon lurks
erasing the chase.

I then add cologne
florida water,
shut both of my eyes
see my grandmother.

Her smile softly says,
make it like a tea,
a mixture of herbs
and relaxing leaves.

She says her goodbyes
to then drift away,
adding my flowers,
submerged I then lay.

All troubles and aches
are lifted at once,
the bath is then drained
anxiety gone.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy