A Flower

The coldest of winter,
a flower had bloomed.
Quivered and shivered,
awaiting her doom.

A voice from inside,
whispered in her ear.
“Reasons you will find,
for why you are here.”

Hope warmed her inside,
kept her standing tall.
The weight of the snow,
had taken a fall.

A bee came along,
offered some advice.
“Let go of your strength,
you will not survive.
It’s too late for you,
you were due last spring,
your kind was all here,
your seed did not give.”

Flower simply nodded
then swiftly responded,
“I am here right now,
my life has a reason,
I will not give up ,
no matter the season,
I would not be here,
without a great purpose,
my life is a gift,
and never a burden.”

Along came a man,
with tears in his eyes,
his love was now fractured,
and said her good byes.
An honest mistake,
had made him so sorry,
he simply forgot,
their anniversary.
Turning to his left,
he noticed a flower,
felt better quite soon,
knowing it had power.
He held it with care,
and gave it a home,
then won back his love,
while claiming his throne.

Next to the window,
her vase set up high.
Objective fulfilled,
flower smiled with pride.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on January 18, 2021

A Bit of Me

I find it hard to open up,
observe a lot but hold my tongue.
I dare myself to take the jump,
uncage the voice that in me clung.

Break mold apart to expose me,
release my soul from this body.
Perceptions choose what they will see,
be who I am, proud, and ready.

It took so long to feel secure,
to know my will could obtain more.
Searched deep inside to be assured,
that inner keys can unlock doors.

I tip toe to keep privacy,
protect it to a large degree,
today my voice will be set free,
tomorrow is not guaranteed.

Excited to greet everyday,
put my deep views up on display,
without fears of what I may say,
standing by thoughts my words convey.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Worthy Crown

She walks for miles,
to hand out smiles,
will go the length,
to provide strength,
feels guilt inside,
disguised as pride,
but can’t say “no”,
so love won’t go.

Her big brown eyes,
are filled with sighs,
silently cries,
till tears run dry,
then plays pretend,
supports her friends,
always so strong,
shelters all storms.

The perfect days,
are on their way,
sun shines bright rays,
conquers all grays,
the time to bend,
finally ends,
she makes a choice,
to free her voice.

Her hands still help,
everyone else,
quenches her thirst,
learns she comes first,
life turns around,
presents a crown,
joy fills her face,
she shines with grace.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Emerge

Embrace all possibilities,
the future holds no guarantees.
Ignore all probabilities,
adjusting sensibilities.

Embrace all possibilities,
whats meant to be, will always be.
A win or loss holds the same key
that leads to fated destiny.

Embrace all possibilities,
draw strength from letting hopes fly free.
Stop doubting capabilities,
have faith in self abilities.

Embrace all possibilities,
so open paths are clear to see.
Illuminating brilliantly,
as each step shines infinitely.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Search and Find

Heart of honey
may sound funny,
at times too sweet,
to feel complete.

Heart with pure love
sent from above,
no one sees it,
never quite fits.

Heart turns concrete
searching the street,
always hurting,
self subverting.

Heart becomes numb
feeling so dumb,
lost all purpose
in this circus.

Heart learns to cope,
creates new hope,
shining so bright,
attracts delight.

Heart made so pure
is self assured,
connects with soul,
heals and feels whole.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


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