And with gracious wise words of wisdom that were easy to take, we talked.
She gave me time to breathe, to cry, to share.
Calming me. Holding me. Listen. Listening.
Vulnerability is not weakness. A reminder that the strength buried inside will shine again, and just because you don’t see your own does not mean it does not exist.
A jump of faith to trust again and with a knowing glance, a hand held tight, and a shy smile,
It was the right thing to do, and I, thank you.

SKB