A mirrored screen
for all to see,
of old life scenes
once formed by me.

One special dream,
that came to be.
My soul a beam
of energy.

Drops of extreme
and anchored keys,
created schemes
while stealing peace.

My heartbeat screamed
in agony,
killed self-esteem
brought apathy.

Alone at sea
drowned the disease.
While feeling free
reached clarity.

Gained empathy,
my spirit gleamed.
Shined brilliantly
the past redeemed.

- Grace Y. Estevez - Reddy