See the mirrors that surround,
reflections grow so abound,
before looking all around,
search within, deep, and profound.
What you judge will come to be,
bite your tongue before you speak.
Set the fate of loved ones free,
cease critique so they can peak.
Let your eyes serve as a door,
exposing what forms your core.
Clear escapes from inner wars,
as contempt crawl out your pores.
Separate wraths with a sieve,
swallow pride to then forgive.
What you get is what you give,
live your life, let others live.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
