I search outsidefor sparks of light,
transforming my wrongs into rights.
I give advicealong with hugs,
yet deep inside the void still tugs.
My heartstrings play a melody,
touching my mind like symphonies.
The sounds I heardistract my brain,
an endless task to fill with gain.
I talk in silence to my soul,
meeting myself gaining control.
All warm inside, feeling so bright,
with hopes upon a flying kite.
A search for what has now been found,
setting both feet on solid ground.
Now those I meet have mirrored eyes,
reflecting what I hold inside.
– Grace Y. Estevez
The Reluctant Poet 