Self Motivated

One day ends
the next
begins
Breezes send
effects
that spin
One swift jump
when hopes
appease
Climbs straight up
tight ropes
with ease
One more day
in this
vast sea
Hearts all play
adrift
in peace
One more try
for goals
to shine
Touch the sky
feel so
divine

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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

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

Conflicted

Wasting time, simply wondering,
not living, instead pondering.
Mind always busy wandering,
efforts continue blundering.

Every vision is cluttering,
words escape, quickly stuttering,
misunderstood while muttering,
unstable heart keeps fluttering.

Take a breath to cure smothering,
each passing day recovering,
dive inwardly, uncovering,
hopes eagerly discovering.

Self doubt visits try hindering,
assurance never splintering,
pure love constantly lingering,
inner bright light non flickering.

– Grace y. Estevez – Reddy

New Recipe

Adding what his heart admires,
paves the way towards desires.
Learns a new lesson each day,
observing how others play.

Mixing good habits he finds,
while still using his own mind.
Never finds needs to compete,
filling voids make him complete.

Kneading ego till it gives,
picks the life he wants to live.
Visualizes what will be,
manifesting what he sees.

Rising after every fall,
always proud while standing tall.
Stepping into other shoes,
while remaining ever true.

Baking under the warm sun,
finally having some fun.
Re inventing who he is,
grateful for all that is his.

Serving now as his own guide,
bringing outer views inside,
balancing both feels so good,
standing tall just like he should.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Evaluate

How could you look him in the eyes,
while feeding his heart loads of lies?
How could you rip his heart to shreds,
and let his dreams constantly tread?

Did coldness freeze your human heart?
Did empathy simply depart?
Did you wake up just feeling numb?
Did ego refuse to succumb?

How could you sleep peaceful at night,
and let him cuddle you so tight?
How do you feel no sense of guilt,
even while hurting bonds you built?

Do you feel good living this way?
Do you enjoy the games you play?
Do you smile at the lies you say?
Do you wish apathy could sway?

It must be a tough, lonely road,
to carry a sad, empty load.
It must be hard to look inside
to know darkness is all you find.

Try a good talk, maybe a cry,
try to let trauma slip and die.
Try holding joy and being true,
try letting love and light touch you.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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