Buried

It started one day,
as I stopped to listen.
All silence had swayed,
old memories glistened.
Remembering times,
my own hands had buried.
Reliving the climbs,
with anchors I carried.
A basket of goals,
led me to my escape.
Mending scary holes,
new beginnings undraped.
Given directions,
inner guides have been found.
Lost in reflections,
to awaken by sound.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #134 May 16, 2022

A New World

Take me away, beam me up high,
twinkling showers circle the skies.
Off to a place, where nothing dies,
stars dance around, spin and baptize.

Take me somewhere, where I come first,
away from here, quench this dry thirst.
Plan an escape from what feels cursed,
bring with you faith, so hopes can burst.

Take me inside, lend me your eye,
give me a life, teach me to fly.
Disperse my tears, inhale my sighs,
clear up my pain, help me survive.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #133 May 09, 2022

Doubtful Thoughts

Doubts that swim inside my head,
on my way but sit instead.
Insecurities that spread,
doubts that linger in my head.

Took each step but feel misled,
not suspecting I would dread.
Doubts that float inside my head,
returning from where they fled.

Holds me back, freezing my tread,
doubts that cry inside my head.
Remember the words you said,
watch as hesitance is shed.

Doubts that drown inside my head,
rest in peace, buried and dead.
Follow where my soul is led,
doubts that float out of my head.

In my eyes my heart is read,
push through doubts to fly ahead.
Doubts that laid upon my head,
flew away from where they fed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #132 May 02, 2022


Story Telling

Babysitter, on her phone,
sister and I feel alone.
See a book that’s not my own,
inner content must be shown.

Teeter totter, restless thoughts.
“Let’s read the book that she brought.”
Grab my sister’s little hand,
at first walked, but then we ran.

Up and over the hillside,
was a perfect place to hide.
Twinkling pages in sunshine,
excitement and hopes align.

Only understood few words.
“No pictures, this books absurd,
let’s make up our own stories,
adventure filled with glory.”

Just as thoughts danced in our brains,
sunny weather became rain.
Put the book in her book bag,
dried my sister with a rag.

Babysitter brought some snacks,
grabbed the book from her back pack,
she read such amazing tales,
as our fantasies set sail.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #131 April 25, 2022

Create Tomorrow

Exude what no longer fits
Xerox days that carry bliss
Hold on tight and never quit
Aims meant to be, can not miss
Live life fully, self commit
Every last step led to this

Passion will drive hearts and minds
Abandon all stagnant cries
Inside dreams become aligned
Negative thoughts clear and die

Infinite light fills all cups
Now has arrived, time to jump
Heart is ready to climb up
As it blooms positive pumps
Let all emotions erupt
Eternal love eases bumps

Just do what the soul dictates
Overwhelming bliss awaits
Yes is a risk that creates
Sunny paths, euphoric fate

Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #130 April 18, 2022

Guiding Messages

They pace close to their magic phone,
awaiting calls from realms unknown.
Pick up receiver, but no tone,
yet grasp that they are not alone.

Instinctively in sacred zones,
standing as still as a hard stone,
feel energy flow through their bones,
shocked eyes are wide, while minds are blown.

Voices they hear are monotoned,
but as intense as a cyclone.
All information that is thrown,
sticks to their core, instantly sewn.

Messages shared are now their own,
along with the deep lessons shown,
all past mistakes have been atoned,
affirming how their hearts have grown.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #129 April 11, 2022

Passenger

Drive in silence, hear a tone,
realize I am not alone.
Look around, see no one there,
catch the mirror’s silent stare.

Hear an inner distinct voice,
offer me a different choice.
Take a longer scenic course“,
let my guide come straight from source.

Lower windows, breathe fresh air,
let go of every last care.
Made it home fast, safe and sound,
greeted by my neighbor’s frown.

“How did you get home so quick?
Could you share your magic trick?
Safety cones caused traffic jams,
the short cut was just a scam.”

Instant relief filled my core,
radiating every pore,
Always follow inner flows,
let it pilot where to go
.”

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #128 April 4, 2022

Gestures of Love

A feeling arose deep inside,
excitement her face would not hide,
she could not help but smile so wide,
anticipation was her guide.

All senses heightened and aware,
followed the zest within the air,
walked out the door without a care,
she found a note just waiting there.

“I have looked forward to this day,
a huge surprise is on the way,
the one you love is here to stay,
meet me at our beloved cafe.”

Her heart was escaping her chest,
she did not know what to expect,
ascending up those concrete steps,
red tulips placed to interject.

Awe held her still, kept her in place,
the warmest lips then kissed her face,
they interlocked in an embrace,
filled with love, light, joy, and bright grace.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #127 March 28, 2022

U Turn

Facing myself,
and paths ahead.
Mask on a shelf,
old life is dead.

A brand new start,
begins right now.
To trust my heart,
becomes my vow.

Ran into change,
it crossed my way.
I felt so strange,
as ego swayed.

Warm breeze caressed,
my pale dull face.
I felt so blessed
with this embrace.

Where will I go?
What will life be?
Follow the flow,
that lives in me.

Finally free,
carry clear sight,
no guarantees,
but feel so bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #126 March 21, 2022

Find Myself

A journey past where winds have blown,
each step I take, I must now own.
Distractions fade, ego has flown,
awareness travels through my bones.

A land as still as solid stone,
embrace my thoughts, my sacred zone.
Little old shack, beautiful throne,
holds so much more than what is shown.

A place to face every unknown,
to heal old pain, so tears are sewn.
The time is now, must not postpone,
answer my inner telephone.

A trip where guilts come to atone,
regrets all die, shame is outgrown.
All by myself, never alone,
reveals visions my soul has known.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje's picture prompt on What do you see # 125 – March 14, 2022

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