Adios

Forsaken by your simple mind,
makes my life dance,

I wave goodbye.

Your selfish ways, simply unkind,
desperate to take

what others find.

I elevate so you can sigh,
all eyes are shut

or simply blind.

The games you play are well outlined,
manipulate

until confined.

Entrapment with no reason why,
to entertain

your hidden side.

You like to laugh as others cry,
seeing through you
,
hurts me inside.

Unknowing all you chose to hide,
so glad that I

opened my eyes.

I hold my tongue, release all binds,
no wish for luck
,
or evil grind.

Our lives no longer intertwine,
not looking back,

the past reminds.

Instead, my heart chooses to fly,

under the sun,
feeling divine.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Toxic

You deserve much better,
make no mistake.
Quiet your tongue
so his world does not shake
.

He thinks he rules the world,
pathetic fool,
hides behind you,
while pretending to rule
.

A love forced to abide,
emotional hinge.
Insecure boy,
actions make you cringe
.

Longed for a prince charming,
received a toad,
untie your hands,
embrace the open road
.

You sure deserve better,
open your eyes,
forbidden fruit,
has glued you to his side
.

One day you will wake up,
and finally see,
love you once gave,
served to turn your own key
.

You deserve so much more,
feel love within,
embrace your worth
,
experience more wins.

Allow your reflection
to expose your soul,
drive intentions,
regain your own control
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Distress

Strong magnetic words
attached to my mind,
attracting lost tears,
no longer confined
.

I turn them around
but they just repel,
they fall back on me
disarming my shell.

Magnetic energy
with intentions said,
unbalance my senses
then bounce in my head.

Replaying each letter
that form every word,
unstabling spirit,
harsh ego transferred.

Magnetic forces
all come to a halt,
clearing my scarred wounds,
removing the salt.

Enclosing a shield
around my own soul,
sharpening visions,
regaining control.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Game over

I do not wish to play your game,
the twisted webs drive me insane.
Must hear your thoughts before expressed,
all interactions turn to dread
.

I do not want to play your game,
no room for change, always the same.
Riddles and clues shoved in my head,
clear expectations, mixed instead.


I do not need to play your game,
never believed in placing blame.
If something cracks, I look inside,
no need to point or try to hide.

I do not know rules for your game,
laws often change without an aim.
People are pawns, your words cruel darts,
all set to play misguided parts.

I will no longer play your game,
intentions pure, no need for shame.
No more pretense or need for lies
to self preserve, I say goodbye.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Phases

Memories began, when she was five,
with not much care, feeling just fine.
Spending her days, unknotting binds,
most pleasant child, kept within lines.

Her brilliant mind, was masked for thrills,
her deepest thoughts, went unfulfilled.
Naughty but in the purest ways,
angry that fun, could never stay.


As sweet sixteen soon came to be,
unmasking lies, for all to see,
her darkest fears and solemn tales,
picked herself up, when all hands failed.

Adulthood swiftly came to play,
removing bows and pretty lace.
Moving away, to a new place,
with no old ties, a new escape.


She met new dolls, gave them fun names,
so paper cut, they looked the same.
They grew up fast, sharing some bonds,
of her strange ways, they were quite fond.

An angel came, swept her right up,
soaking her tears, filling her cup.
He washed his hands, when he was done,
leaving her torn, making her run.


Soon ran into his opposite,
numbing herself, if for a bit,
but realized he was not fit.
He screamed too loud, the walls were hit.

She thought of ways to go off grid,
too late some how, they now had kids,
did not work out, support all hid
.
She found the strength to close the lid.

Sun had emerged, behind the clouds,
love came in fast, it sang so loud.
Enough for two, three was a crowd,
shinning with grace, she took a bow.

It claimed her heart, also her mind,
the love was true, one of a kind.
One small pebble, stuck in the way,
it got kicked fast, it could not stay.


Soon she was healed, remorse had fled,
her love was real, not in her head.
Followed the paths, to where they led,
so she could sleep, on her own bed.
Her fairytale was not an act,
but memories, to reenact.

Echoes are gone, that is a fact
the best is now, what she attracts.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Contrary

The one meant to love me,
had hate for me too.
Swaying what I see,

controlling my views.

Have you ever heard words,
that felt like a punch?


The energy sprayed,
all covered with blades,

cutting through my heart,
splitting me apart,
shooting like a gun,
leaves me feeling stunned.


Bruise into my mind,

biting deep inside,
chewing at my pride
,
actions undefined,
a fingerless touch
,
delivers the punch.

Then hold me so sweet,
offer many treats,
sweep me off my feet,
I flow like the breeze
.

Have you ever heard words
meant to feel like love?


The words I now hear,
erase all my fears.

all sent from above,
fly in like a dove,
they flutter inside,
bring in butterflies.


They give me a hug,
that fits like a glove,
then sing in my ears,
my eyes fill with tears,
my hopes start to fly,
reaching past the sky.

I land on both feet,
words fall on their knees,
seeking no amends,
knowing this now ends
.

The knots all untie,
I say my good byes
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy





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