Gentle

Invisible tears, cascade from sad eyes,
no invitations,
or reasoning why.

Inaudible screams can sometimes be heard,
filled with hidden fears,
that may sound absurd.

Internal worries can at times take place,
crumble up inside,
yet display pure grace.

One never knows what another holds in,
never point out flaws,
or judge foreign sins.

Remember that others reflect for you,
projections you make,
ignite what comes through.

Try being a friend, distribute true love,
allow your presence,
to shine from above.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #229 hosted by Fandango