A tough decision.
Drama for serenity.
Self preservation.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
A tough decision.
Drama for serenity.
Self preservation.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Set strong boundaries.
Limits should not be tested.
Self preservation.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Insecurities
Self imposed limitations
Embrace inner love
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Emotional break,
feelings are quickly released.
Balance is restored.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Mourning till my thoughts feel sore,
scrubbing my heart til it’s raw,
contemplating what will be,
letting tears fall down so free.
Clouds crash swiftly in my throat,
volcanoes erupt to coat.
Cloaked emotions try to hide,
release fears clogged deep inside.
Passing without much control,
embracing tugs from my soul,
tingling from this episode,
shivering from head to toe.
Count backwards four, three, two, one,
inhale warm rays from the sun.
Watch self love emit pure light,
my spirit twinkles so bright.
Dismissing negative holds,
allowing joy to unfold,
absorbing all blissful hues,
focusing on better views.
Look forward to tomorrow,
know good times come to follow.
Concentrate on better days,
so positive always stays.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Hush your mouth,
hide your cheers,
things go south,
disappear.
Do not share
what will be,
eyes declare
jealousy.
Energy
vampires
cleverly
inquire.
No one can
steal powers,
raise your hands,
they cower.
Being still
heightens force,
spirit fills
with pure source.
Reassign
stolen strength,
keep your shine,
go the length.
Care too much,
share great gifts,
aim to touch,
heal then lift.
Nurture hearts,
spread good deeds,
do your part,
love exceeds.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Embrace inner strength.
Power can not be taken,
it must be given.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Inner confidence
is essential for true joy.
Acceptance is key.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Good riddance, goodbye.
Negative thrown in the trash.
Positive showers.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
She takes your lies,
gulps them like wine,
laughs till she cries,
drawing the line.
She knows you well,
words turn to dust,
love tripped and fell,
into disgust.
She visits you,
within her head,
dreams that came true,
are now all dead.
She tries to smile,
while hurt inside,
thoughts run hostile,
heart conquers mind.
She walks away,
opposite path,
silently prays,
time cures scorned wraths.
She turns around,
just one last time,
nothing is found,
fate feels sublime.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy