Rebuild ( Published at The Writers Club)

Unfold the layers off this mask,
swallow the questions no one asks,
another day with the same tasks,
drunk wishes swim within old flasks.

Alone while others are around,
all aspirations hit the ground,
an inner silence feels profound,
wishes crash hard but make no sound.

Frustrations learn to stand alone,
messages whispered in soft tones,
a deep connection with unknowns,
unsure faith rest, still as a stone.

The years pile on in the same way,
a routines mix, dictates each day,
bored numbness takes over and stays,
just then a dream dares to invade.

A yellow thought becomes so true,
the tossed old bottle makes life new,
the quickest blink changes all views,
listen to songs the breezes blew.

Tall solid plank standing upright,
the warm sunshine exhales delight,
self confidence offers insight,
builds a grand future that shines bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on December 28, 2021

My poem “Rebuild” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.๐Ÿ’•

Ballerina (Published at the Writers Club)

Ballerina take your stance,
let them know what you demand.
Gain control within your dance,
tiptoeing as sounds command.


Ballerina show your strength,
graceful beauty perfect pace.
Stretch your leg to a full length,
hide the pain traced on your face.


Ballerina hold your pose,
looking like a single rose.
All your weight lands on your toes,
putting on a perfect show.


Ballerina win the crowd,
leaping high to spin around.
Final move leads to a bow,
posing gently on the ground.


Ballerina go to sleep,
music box full of stories,
my gems are all yours to keep,
in exchange for your glories
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

My poem “Ballerina” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.๐Ÿ’•

Unease (Published at The Writers Club)

Feel so flushed also displaced,
loose control of my own space,
slowly shift, balance my weight.
hear all emotions debate.

My face falls fast on the ground,
nervously I look around,
can not help but to stare down,
anxious smile becomes a frown.

So embarrassed, forced to see,
what your mind must think of me,
look at you to quickly find,
all the doubts I hold inside.

The floor transforms to quicksand,
suddenly notice your hand,
showing me you understand,
ease my tremble, love expands.

Sweat beads swiftly spread throughout,
water moistens my dry mouth.
Inner strength appears to sprout,
confidence chases all doubts.

Stable forces grasp my feet,
with no room left for defeat.
Stand so solid on concrete,
self assured, whole and complete.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on August 9, 2022

My poem “Unease” was published on The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.๐Ÿ’•

Mending( Published at The Writers Club)

Deep pain dissolve as tears are shed,
holding them in, creates pure dread,
lingered feelings, grasp to then spread,
depression comes to kill hopes dead.

Anxious thoughts hit, no where to hide,
feel such a hallow pain inside,
so overwhelming, all peace dies,
so hard to swallow, lips chap dry.

Encaged body, feels so alone,
motive is lost, feet turn to stone,
social dependence live in phones,
everyone cares, love goes unknown.

Shed salty tears, sweet ones appear,
cries become laughs, bright essence nears,
kiss on the face dissolves all fears,
“Stay in the present”, sounds so clear.

“One day at a time” ships yesterday,
each passing step brings better ways,
tomorrow is here, bliss starts today,
joy is a choice, without delays.

Confidence comes to peel off masks,
heals emotions, eases all tasks.
Self assurance will rarely ask,
instead feels calm enough to bask.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on August 9, 2021

I am thrilled to announce that I am now an official member of The Writers Club (Grey Thoughts). I am so excited. I would like to thank their team for all of their support and for including me amongst all of their very talented writers, this truly means a lot to me. My poem “Mending” was published on The Writers Club this week and I also want to thank them for showcasing this piece.๐Ÿ’•

Infinite Presence (Published at The Writers Club)

What do you see? In you and me.
Quick reflections, that set views free.
Complex judgements, simple tests?
satisfy thirst, eyes deserve rest.

Capture great pain, extend both hands,
speak wiser truths, appease commands.
Forget my name, all that I am,
cry on weak knees shout stale demands.

Infinite light, flows forever,
guides stubborn will, through endeavors.
Teach to let go, hearts and dreams fly.
Glued together, flutter so high.

Wise eyes that see sorrows, will cry,
regain pure faith life grants new tries.
Climb great ladders, way past the sky,
increase wisdom as days spill by.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on November 1, 2021

My poem “Infinite Presence” was published on The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.๐Ÿ’•

Span (Published at The Writers Club)

It hurts so much
to grow up fast,
realizing childhood
could not last.
Unchain myself
from memories,
of aimless days,
sweet melodies
.

It stings so much
to open eyes,
engulfed in chores
with no surprise.
Grown bitterness
of a routine,
no lingered songs
in harmony.

Your life becomes
required lists,
a pointless chase,
you must persist.
Racing against
a time now gone,
only know rest
after you yawn.

It feels so good
to live carefree,
erase visions
of what should be.
Be grateful for
the people near,
so heart felt laughs
can reappear.

Be glad that you
still have today,
knowing that life
can always change.
See yesterday
as needed steps,
since lessons learned
bring great effects
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

My poem “Span ” was published on The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.

Originally Published on January 30, 2021

Handmade (Published at The Writers Club)

A puppeteer,
happily laughs.
Eagerly steers,
a narrow path.

Pulling my strings,
making me fling,
giving me wings,
dance as he sings.

Well entertained,
as he creates.
Knowledge ingrained,
he gives as traits.

Gives me a life,
that he designs,
opens his eyes,
while closing mine.

A breath of light,
planted inside.
Provides insight,
serves as a guide.

Hides far behind,
thoughts in my mind,
feels undefined,
and so divine.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “Handmade ” was published on The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.

Originally Published on July 14 , 2022

Listen (Published at The Writers Club)

The sounds of my thoughts transcend to a sword,
that flaps in my mouth, igniting a war.
It rings through your ears,
as my mind you hear,
while my sacred knowledge,
conquers your great fears.

The sounds of my thoughts are somewhat absurd,
they scream in my head, mute songs mouthed unheard.
Their lyrics are brave,
transmitting airwaves,
while swaying the doubts,
that kept them enslaved.

The sounds of my thoughts, I must now accept,
be true to myself, old memories swept.
Inhaling the fumes,
as my life resumes,
with no sense of doom,
new stories assumed.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

My poem “Listen” was published on The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.

Originally Published on December 21, 2020

Infinite Dad (Published at The Writers Club)

Protective teacher, greatest friend,
infinite bond without an end.
Before each fall your hand extends.
My wrongs and rights you would defend.

With just one look, into my eyes,
you knew all truths I tried to hide.
Always candid, laughed at my lies,
so many fights that made you sigh.

A mix of strength and affection
taught me great faith with direction.
You made life safe, gave protection,
an ultimate mute connection.

Your heart my home with open doors,
festive embrace that I adored,
sincerest love felt at my core,
stories you told made me want more.

Walked by my side showed me you cared,
gave me advice, wisdom you shared,
ignited light made sure I dared,
then you were gone, I felt so scared.

Now you are free from any pain,
I celebrate memories gained,
your body is gone, essence remains,
nothing can break our strong linked chain.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “Infinite Dad” was published on The Writers Club . I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece. Happy Fatherโ€™s Day to all!๐Ÿ’•

Originally Published on January 20, 2021

Caretaker (Published at The Writers Club)

How can I measure your blank stare?
How can I let you know I’m there?
Regular visits with your soul,
while keeping my feelings controlled.

How can I make you more aware?
How can I show how much I care?
Hold your hands till our breaths connect.
pray to comfort painful unrest.

How can I prevent all despair?
How can this life be so unfair?
Cradle you while releasing fears,
tell happy tales to absorb tears.

How can I open you to share?
How can I tempt you so you dare?
Share my mind and my spirit too.
Know deep inside wishes come true.

How can I hold faith and prepare?
How can my love serve to repair?
Care for you with each passing day.
Tend to myself in every way.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

My poem “Caretaker” was published on The Writers Club today. This was my first time publishing with them and so I decided to follow this weeks prompt of well being. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.

Originally Published on February 5, 2021

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