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