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

Empathy

A piece of me,
I share with you.
You come to me,
when I feel blue
.

I sympathize
,
with what you feel.
You feel for me,
so no big deal
.


Your problems bring

me such unrest.
Unrest now lifted
off my chest
.


Clear off my mind
,
from your affect.
Affects now gone,
cure my heart next
.


I cure your heart
,
easing your mind.
Your mind so pure,
a heart so kind
.


You look away
,
leave tearful eyes.
Eyes meet my glance,
then say good bye
.


Compose myself
not looking back.
Your empathy,
keeps me on track
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Neutral

Uplifted to,
another realm.
My soul emerged,
my body fell
.

A journey though
a different place.
A simple scene
no time or space
.

No cold dark nights.
No warm bright days.
Such stable grounds,
in shades of gray
.

What happens here
is always fair.
No feelings of
unjust despair
.

No sticks or stones.
No wrong or right.
An equal zone
of pure delight
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

Wishes

Never hold a wish too tight,
let it flow to reach new heights.
If it flies too far from sight,
precise timing was not right.

Keep your goals away from ears,
do not share till it is here,
to prevent another’s fears,
from applauding your failed tears.

Allow wants to have a say,
visualize them on most days,
not too much or they may sway,
be consistent so they stay.

Let hopes happen easily,
do not focus eagerly,
if your heart feels peacefully,
they will appear serenely.

It is fine to set dreams free,
let them fly within the breeze,
like the waves out in the sea,
they return if meant to be
.

– Grace Y. Estevez


Angel

Composed of white light,
guardian of my dreams.
Protecting my nights,
while calming my screams.
Owner of my heart,
with abilities
to create fine art,
reliving each scene
.

He whines back the hour
in any wound clock,
then proves his powers,
destroying all locks.
To fix it again,
all effortlessly,
while clicking a pen
so consistently.

Teaches me to paint
a transparent smile,
releasing restraints
with genuine style.
He wears many wounds
from battles with life,
resembles the moon,
builds towers from strife.


Together we climb,
he sews me some wings
with silk thread and vines,
close our eyes and fling.
I learn how to fly,
secure by his side,
floating past the sky,
he cures me inside.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Own

Life is my fast horse,
I crackle the whip.
As it gallops by,
I feel the fresh wind.


Closing tired eyes,
my mouth running dry,
quench thirst with one bite,
feel my spirit rise
.

Enjoying the ride,
no need to steer it.
My soul as the guide,
our path is now lit.


Inner passion writes
my infinite tale.
Creating a life,
while raising the sail.


– Grace Y. Estevez





Caretaker

How can I measure your blank stare?
How can I know you are still there?
I will visit with your soul.
You can still maintain control.

How can I make you more aware?
How can I show how much I care?
Hold your hands try to connect.
Hope to comfort your unrest.

How can I prevent all despair?
How can this life be so unfair?
Cradle you and all your fears.
Seek to catch all fallen tears.

How can I make you want to share?
How can I make you try to dare?
Teach by sharing with you too.
Dare to hope wishes come true.

How can I remain so prepared?
How can I clear up the thick air?
Care for you every day.
Tend to myself the same way
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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