Never thought this is, what would be,
reflections stare right back at me,
to challenge what my blurred eyes see,
old encaged thoughts drift to fly free.
My hot blood flows like windy seas,
with pressure of a narrow stream,
present times erase all past dreams,
hopes choke on muffled barks and screams.
Tomorrow’s goals roam to then flee,
too tired to chase after keys,
the future never guarantees,
today holds what blank minds foresee.
Thoughts of a bone ignites pure glee,
energy guides where bright steps lead,
mirrored paths dig up hopeful seeds,
a sense of pride produce sweat beads.
Inner rewards provide great peace,
happiness flows with serene ease,
sit still like a wise ancient tree,
feel my tail dance within the breeze.
Footsteps arrive so suddenly,
to bring treats and rub my belly,
blissful daydreams buzz like a bee,
to paint bright possibilities.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy