Repair
written by: Grace Y. Estevez
@GraceoftheSun1
I can not find a place to grow,
my light has dimmed no longer glows.
I do not fit in anywhere,
my thoughts are mine no room to share.
I keep hitting a concrete wall,
my victories become my fall.
I do not know what will come next,
my mind wonders if I was hexed.
My heart does not believe it’s hexed,
I envision what I want next.
My strength increases after falls,
I know I can climb any wall.
My purest joy comes when I share,
I now feel welcomed anywhere.
My heart and soul carry a glow,
I nurture it and watch it grow.
MARCH 2022 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy has always had a passion for poetry. While students were paying attention to their teachers, Grace was staring outside the window and writing poetry to describe her emotions. A natural empath with an appreciation for the meaning behind everything, she enjoys imagining what it would be like to walk in the shoes of others. Grace lives in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina with her husband, children, and two dogs.
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