Bubble

I need to learn
to let things slide,
disregard burns
that sting my pride.

I love too hard
and hurt too deep,
hold a firm guard,
my thoughts I keep.

Sensitive soul
with iron fist,
parts of a whole
both sides exist.

Protective shell,
sensitive core,
hear inner bells,
open the door.

Stubborn fears fall
with hesitance,
breaks concrete walls
and resistance.

Stories to tell,
sparks to explore.
Touch hearts and cells,
light every pore.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published December 19, 2021

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  1. Love this beautiful poem! The most sensitive souls need a shell to protect them, they key is knowing what can pass through safely and what needs to remain outside the shell. An impermeable one makes for a lonely, barren existence. 💞💞💞

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