Inner Acceptance

Burning
the cuts,
hope traumas flee.
Turning
all shoves,
into gold keys.
Searching
above,
truths are set free.
Stunning
white doves,
bring what will be.
Yearning
become,
thoughts I could see.
Learning
to love,
all parts of me.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Self Forgiveness

With lowered eyes
and a hushed mouth,
silence my sighs,
while in mid route.

Plastered smiles fly,
push sorrows down.
Happy disguise,
covers deep frowns.

Frantic inside,
loud voices shout,
hurt and chastised,
in and throughout.

Draw breath in tight,
knees hit the ground,
faith flows up high,
angelic sounds.

Sweat beads baptize,
hopes swirl around,
wishes arise,
dissolving clouds.

Stop to revise
regrets and doubts.
Life provides light,
that clear and sprout.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Self Compassion

Become what you want to see
Effervescent, flying free

Kindly adding hope and glee
Inner wisdom holds the keys
Noble heart sails the rough sea
Dynamic, aim to appease

Tender spirit goes unseen
Operating the machine

Your presence brings joy and peace
Overwhelming love and ease
Unique essence flows like breeze
Respect your soul and body
Show inner compassion please
Everyday, every degrees
Love yourself infinitely
Forever through what may be

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Self Confidence

Submerged in a crowd,
yet always alone.
Speaks what is allowed,
measuring voice tones.
Scared to talk too loud,
unsure of unknowns.
Actions can be plowed,
words form a cyclone.

Wipes sweat off both brows
intentions are owned.
Standing firm and proud,
as still as a stone.
Feel no need to bow,
nerves are overthrown.
Inner light a shroud,
empowering throne.

– 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

Never too late

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

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