Hope by Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

A drawing of a tiny black figure holding three heart-shaped balloons against a sun-setting background
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Swallow my sadness
like it is a pill.
Exposing my heart
I stumble, it spills.

Swift hollow dulled pain,
consuming my chest.
My smile shining bright,
inside I need rest.

Shadow of my soul
haunts me to the core.
The more I receive
further, I deplore.

Wallow in dim pride,
a well-disguised ploy.
To keep worries far,
behave like a toy.

Mirrored reflection,
intently I stare.
See my younger self,
then whisper I care.

Summon inner strength,
demand it to stay,
command it to grow,
with each passing day.

-GRACE Y. ESTEVEZ – REDDY

Grace lives in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina with her husband, children, and two dogs. Read more of her writing at Grace of the Sun.

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7 Comments Add yours

  1. Sadje says:

    Beautiful poem Grace.

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  2. Terveen Gill says:

    Grace adorns hope with much feeling and wisdom. There are many sides to an individual’s nature, and hurt and consolation often strive to outdo the other. When the pain becomes too much to bear, the promise of hope arises from the depths of a broken soul. It concurs with the mind and heart, and all venture forward for a fresh start. And life continues…
    Congratulations Grace!

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  3. haoyando says:

    Me too. I stare at the mirror and imagine my younger self. Love that line.

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  4. I like this very much. And the rhyming ……..

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  5. Jeff Flesch says:

    A gorgeous poem, dear Grace. 💞Congratulations!

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  6. Mike U. says:

    Congratulations, Grace. Your words always resonate and touch the heart and soul. 🙂

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  7. jonicaggiano says:

    Beautiful writing Grace. I see a woman who is very unhappy and insecure . Someone who has learned to stuff her sadness back down in her stomach (metaphorically with a pill) and show a happy face. Yet it ends with a lovely happy note that she is determined to be happy about and even learn to perhaps love the person she is as well. Very provocative. Blessings to you and your loved ones and a big congratulations Grace. I too enjoyed the rhyming. I love writing free verse and rhyming pieces. You gave us much to think about. 😘

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