Tag: selflove

Self Sacrifice

Entangled by an alluring dance,
oblivious to its mute romance.
Entrapped and captured, soon seduced,
by knots so tight, they can’t come loose.

I toss and turn, try hard to sway,
the more I move, the more I stay.
My helpless heart stands still in place,
gives into loss, no will to chase.

But sacrifice is not my name,
refuse to play these worthless games.
Calm all my nerves, search through my mind,
tasting the hope that I soon find.

Open my eyes and come to see,
my captor has always been me.
The ego side, afraid to live,
realizing this, makes all knots give.

– Grace Y. Estevez

17

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

9

Compensate

Always a pressing debt to pay,
a role to play,
great lines to say.

A hidden little nook to fill,
swallow the pill,
strengthens all will.

A painted smile stained solemn face,
run in the race,
legs locked in place.

No one is ever quite enough,
no longer tough,
life was too rough.

“I love you” is another phrase,
feelings convey,
causing a sway.

First-place can never come in last,
it happened fast,
forgotten past.

A new beginning chases clouds,
Sun shines around,
light takes a bow.


– Grace Y. Estevez

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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

18

Unity

In between my heart and mind,
lives a voice quite hard to find.
clear to speak from deep inside,
giving truths while being kind.

In between my heart and mind,
ample taste for lives designed,
not staying within the lines,
all fun games are undefined.

In between my heart and mind,
expired thoughts fall far behind,
choices grasped if so inclined,
tearful eyes strong lights can blind.

In between my heart and mind,
loyal acts are ties that bind,
essence felt become aligned,
past scented times dance entwined.

In between my heart and mind,
inner conflicts are declined,
brilliant wisdom carry shine,
innocence perceived divine.


– Grace Y. Estevez


21

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


5

Catalina

Too strong to ask for help,
while knowing you are weak.
Too right to see the wrongs
in all the lies you speak.

Trendsetter paving paths
expect for sheep to follow.
A solid stone-filled heart
can only teach great sorrow.

Proof in your hazel eyes
filled up with fallen dreams.
Imprisoned hidden smiles
muffle loud inner screams.

It did not go your way,
manipulate the truth.
Point out imagined flaws,
hope no one mentions you.

You can not show pure love,
that you have never known.
Can not emit warm light,
if cold is all you own.

Pity towards your fine clan
is what I feel inside,
they can not see your games,
or how you play their mind.

Feel sorry for you too,
unspoken hurt cause pain.
Hope you can heal within,
attract much needed gain.

One day our worlds may crash
at intersecting roads.
Our lives perhaps aligned,
with no lingering holds.


– Grace Y. Estevez

0

Distinct

To be deranged
is quite unique,
standing alone
for all to see.
Different ways
lead to a thought,
no telling how
or why it formed.
Out of the box
is how we think,
oppressed by most
making us shrink.
Never afraid
to speak our truth,
for words expressed
we gather proof.
Otherwise facts
are seen as lies,
no tainted words
instead stained eyes.
Our views may be
misunderstood,
instead of seen
as clues for good.

If uniformed
is not your way,
keep your head high
pave your today.
A peaceful poise
can hold your hand,
bringing you hope
without demands.
As confidence
becomes your friend,
a newfound voice
in you extends.
A self-belief
will guide your path,
igniting hearts
with light-filled baths.
An inner strength
will take control,
marking your words
making you bold.
Self-love increased
confidence too,
in a rare world
made just for you.


– Grace Y. Estevez

0

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

4

Exhale

Rushing takes too long.
Stillness allows full focus.
Time is on my side.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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