Foreshadowing voice, I hear in my head
by holding my hands,
my steps you have led.

Foreshadowing voice, I carry inside
your guidance I seek,
your rules I abide.

Foreshadowing voice that speaks with my mind,
clear me of my sins,
make my heart feel kind.

Foreshadowing voice that lifts up my soul,
I release the wheel,
let you take control.

Foreshadowing voice residing in me,
open my blind eyes,
teach me how to see.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Engaged with the thoughts, I carry inside.
Enslaved by the chains, that force me to hide.

I revere the sound
assigned to my soul.
Fueled with a craving
for breaking the mold.

Enraged with the strength, to go with the flow.
Encaged now set free, go where the wind blows.

Rejoice in the sound
assigned to my soul.
Unlocking all barriers
while letting things go

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


“A mature fruit could not reverse to unripe, but can easily rot if left in the dark.”

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


A seed left alone,
relies on the earth.
She prays for a sprout,
her reasons for birth.

To live with no purpose, 
is her greatest fear.
Gained strength from the sun,
dries up her moist tears.

As her seamless growth
stuns her with surprise.
Her fears are now gone,
the clouds start to cry.

Not knowing herself, 
or what she will be.
embracing the tales,
exchanged by the trees.

They spoke of a time, 
when they didn’t know,
what they would become,
or how they would grow.

They learned from the breeze,
to simply exhale,
their breath offers life,
and wind to a sail.

Blooming with reason,
knowing of her power,
her petals brings joy,
with love from a flower.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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