the words I kept

𝓣𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂­𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

In a world of laughter, she stands apart, 

The weird girl with a tender heart. 

Crying over shadows, small and slight, 

Then laughing loud—a burst of light. 

 With open arms, she longs to share

 The warmth within—her love laid bare. 

Yet in the corners, shadows creep; 

The girls and boys, they seldom keep. 

 "Why do they turn? Why do they flee?"

 She wonders softly, "What's wrong with me?"

 Perhaps her words fall out of place, 

Or clothes don't match the world's embrace. 

 When it's time to shout, she whispers low,

 And when words are needed, they just won't show. 

A clumsy ache, she feels the weight, 

Of being left behind by fate. 

 But oh—within her gentle soul, 

There blooms a light she can't control. 

For in her quirks, her silent grace, 

Lives beauty time cannot erase.

 She doesn't need to change or bend— 

Her truest self, her greatest friend. 

So here's to the weird girl, bold and true,

 Beaming with worth the world once missed too. 

 In every tear and each proud sound, 

A treasure lives—her soul unbound. 

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- 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇

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Author's Note: 

I wrote this poem during one of those moments when I felt like I didn't quite belong anywhere. Where my words felt too soft, my presence too strange, and my heart—too much. The truth is—I still feel this way sometimes. I still question why I'm not always understood or why I feel so deeply in a world that moves so fast. But through writing this, I realized something: There's quiet power in being different. There's beauty in feeling deeply. There's strength in not hiding who you are, even when it's scary. Whispers and Wonder is for anyone who's ever felt left out, overlooked, or like they had to shrink themselves to be loved.

— B.Estee