Expend

Sacrifice can be okay
but should not rule every day.
Resentments will find their way,
at times they linger and stay.

Give to give, never to take,
do not make pure actions fake.
Hear silent cries as they shout,
fulfill needs without a doubt.

No one gives what they don’t have,
assisting, cutting in half.
Provide fully, then grant more,
selfless life or endless chore.

People do what one allows,
form boundaries, draw them out.
Take a stand, find inner voice,
proving acts come from free choice.

Search within, find the right words,
sing them loud, so they are heard.
Stand up straight to take a stand,
let heartbeats dictate commands.

Expose true self, feel secure,
self-acceptance is a cure.
Confidence makes each step sure,
deeds are clear, intentions pure.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Reinvented

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

Value

You cover my mouth
I lower my eyes,
You talk and you laugh.
I feel like a sigh.

I swallow so hard
and walk very light,
you strut and mingle
with nothing to hide.

My best friend is me,
I am all that I have.
To know myself better,
is my master plan.

I take a deep breath
then slowly exhale,
my strength emerges,
take life for a sail.

My head held up high,
smile placed on my face,
I conquer it all,
with feet still in place.

The last deed to do
wave goodbye to you,
releasing your views
lets my dreams come true.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Secure

So sorry my hair is too curly,
So sorry my body is curvy,
So sorry that your eyes must see,
everything that creates me.

So sorry that I’m not enough,
or that I act a bit too rough.
So sorry you can’t understand
or accept me, the way I am.

So sorry that I felt this way,
So happy that my views have swayed.
Not sorry for being who I am,
instead grateful, I took a stand.

So happy that my hair has waves,
So happy I am now so brave,
enough to laugh off , all critique,
loving myself, being unique.

So happy that I never broke,
So happy I no longer choke,
I realized I was made perfect,
not put on earth for you to affect.

So grateful for all that I know,
So grateful I now run my show.
Teaching others, what life taught me,
not dictating how they should be.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Hope

Swallow my sadness
like it is a pill.
Exposing my heart
I stumble, it spills
.

Swift hollow dulled pain,
consuming my chest.
My smile shining bright,
inside I need rest.

Shadow of my soul
haunts me to the core.
The more I receive
further, I deplore.

Wallowing dim pride,
a well-disguised ploy.
To keep worries far,
behave like a toy.

Mirrored reflection,
intently I stare.
See my younger self,
then whisper I care.

Summon inner strength,
demand it to stay,
command it to grow,
with each passing day.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Pearl

A muted voice sings in your head,
the opaque words can not be read.
Loud blurry scenes live in your mind,
imagined lines left undefined.

Stardust hues create happy thoughts,
blinding both eyes from wars once fought.
Comfort your skull on silky sheets,
while all you seek is what you meet.


A glowing beam sets on your face,
shining your skin each waking day.
Sliding on rafts through streams foreseen,
living so posh, feeling so clean.

Melting my face in your deep eyes,
I meet myself, what a surprise.
All that I know, at once I see,
finding the key that lives in me.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Stand

Stand for your beliefs.
Do not allow others views,
to hide in your eyes.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Detach

I will not impose on your new life,
just need to know if you are alright.
Did you remember to turn off the lights,
and turn them back on when skies dim at night
?

Sorry to impose but I need to ask,
was this always you? Did I love a mask?
Does your heart still feel or has it turned black?
When did we become just another task?

Regret to impose, but just one more thing.
Now that I left, do you whistle and sing?
Have you discovered you now have new wings?
Is life much better, since you cut all strings?

Can not impose, with my eyes set on me,
no made up visions of what we should be.
Standing on my own, firm like a proud tree.
Floating like a wave that travels by sea.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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