Self Confidence

Submerged in a crowd,
yet always alone.
Speaks what is allowed,
measuring voice tones.
Scared to talk too loud,
unsure of unknowns.
Actions can be plowed,
words form a cyclone.

Wipes sweat off both brows
intentions are owned.
Standing firm and proud,
as still as a stone.
Feel no need to bow,
nerves are overthrown.
Inner light a shroud,
empowering throne.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. In the end what matters is the self-confidence. Beautifully depicted, Grace πŸ‘ŒπŸ’–πŸ’

  2. stellar poem and these lines Grace:

    “Standing firm and proud,
    as still as a stone.
    Feel no need to bow,
    nerves are overthrown.
    Inner light a shroud,”

    Thank you Queen! πŸ’–πŸ™πŸ™

  3. Such powerful & gorgeous poem…wow…I’m in awe…my heart is warm…by reading your poem…once again βœ¨β€οΈπŸ’«

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