Self assured

I search outside for sparks of light,
transforming my wrongs into rights.
I give advice along with hugs,
yet deep inside the void still tugs.

My heartstrings play a melody,
touching my mind like symphonies.
The sounds I hear distract my brain,
an endless task to fill with gain.

I talk in silence to my soul,
meeting myself gaining control.
All warm inside, feeling so bright,
with hopes upon a flying kite.

A search for what has now been found,
setting both feet on solid ground
.
Now those I meet have mirrored eyes,
reflecting what I hold inside
.


– Grace Y. Estevez


Chase

Money is an entity
needed for stability.
Vanquishes identities
if wanted fundamentally
.

It becomes ambition pills
while obtaining greater skills.
Weariness surrounds your will,
green eyed monsters shoot to kill
.

People say they want the best,
most can not sit down to rest.
Always filled with new requests,
seeking to find treasure chests
.

Many can become obsessed
with the thought of new progress.
A daydream they live to stress,
uninformed that they are blessed
.

– Grace Y. Estevez


Blue Boy

Living his life like a dream.
Waiting for his day of luck.
Searching the garbage for food.
Working the streets for a buck
.

His face wears a permanent tear in his eye.
His smile is unsure, mixed with hope and pride
.

Exhausted by living
a life full of torture.
Holds on to his talent,
and soon finds exposure
.

A future so wealthy
it gives him a ride.
It changes his walk
he now learns to stride.
With fame and with fortune
held close to his side,
his confidence risen
no reason to hide
.

He fights to accept what he has in him.
A void and unrest that keeps his heart dim
.

A lesson he gathered
was obviously shown
as money is useful
but not for his throne


– Grace Y. Estevez

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