When
someone leans in close to
whisper a bit of gossip or
to complain about this or that... They’re
telling you a story. A
story of their
wounds, their
fears, of
little things they dislike about themselves but
have yet to see. Their
whispers say... Don't
see me, look
away, I
am not enough... In
these moments my heart aches and
I’m filled with empathy and compassion. I
do not hear gossip or
complaining only
cries to be loved… |