Speaks

The thirsty words
stuck in my throat,
swallowed unheard
ink never wrote.

Another thought
muffled and mute.
A bullet caught
while in pursuit.

Intuition,
always restrained.
Definition,
never attained.

Gulps of honey,
sweetens and coats.
Songs made sunny,
release high notes.

Exposed feelings
shine everywhere.
Peaceful healing
lights inner flare.

Alleviating,
sharing insight.
Radiating,
eyes gleaming bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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