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

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  1. Such beauty in your words, dear Grace. Resonates well. And, this here, β€œSensitive soul
    with iron fist,
    parts of a whole
    both sides exist.” Is so true and gorgeous. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

  2. These words really stood out as they pretty much encapsulate my life:

    “I love too hard
    and hurt too deep…”

    This entire poem cuts to my core. So much truth here. Wonderfully woven words, Grace. πŸ™‚

  3. Never see a bubble with this view, u make the softest things the stronger ones. Perfectly describe the soul, the heart, and the strength of a person.

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