Hidden

Silently screaming,
expressive distress filled eyes,
lips forming a smile.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Bathe

When life takes a turn
and feels a bit bent,
I prepare a bath
made up of intent
.

Warm running water
creates a sound base,
a calmness soon lurks
erasing the chase.

I then add cologne
florida water,
shut both of my eyes
see my grandmother.

Her smile softly says,
make it like a tea,
a mixture of herbs
and relaxing leaves.

She says her goodbyes
to then drift away,
adding my flowers,
submerged I then lay.

All troubles and aches
are lifted at once,
the bath is then drained
anxiety gone
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Unease

Feeling flushed and displaced,
slowly shifting my weight.
loose control of my space,
as emotions debate.

My face falls to the ground,
nervously look around,
can not help but stare down,
anxious smile turns to frown.

So embarrassed to see,
what you must think of me,
look at you just to find,
what I feel deep inside.

Then I notice your hand,
while the floor turns to sand,
showing you understand,
sense your tremble expand.

Strength travels to my feet,
touching solid concrete,
with no room for defeat,
instantly feel complete
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

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