Tilt

What clear eyes see,
help cure disease,
judgmental breeze,
make pure hearts flee.

Yearn for fair ways,
to find escapes,
flush colored tapes,
bias at bay.

Ducks, swim, quack, sway,
in the same way,
another day,
to gladly play.

Thoughts choose to heal,
from the unreal,
new world reveals,
bright friendships seal.

Acceptance seed,
forces agree,
wishes concede,
to set love free.

A higher voice,
offers a choice,
act like a toy,
or create joy.

Dreams become true,
wise minds pursue,
from what souls knew,
acceptance grew.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Melissa Lemay’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #257