They look so serene sitting straight, hands slightly clenched, gently laying in their lap.
The cadence of their voice is slow, even, steady, and clear.
The conversation flows.
But, if you look into their eyes, the pain of hidden burdens echoes from the windows of their soul.
You lock in, trying to console the dark, deep pain that oozes quietly, insidiously trying to erode their dreams of tomorrow.
Giving comfort with a nod, a smile, and mirroring a silent acceptance of who they are.
Reassuring them that, they are seen, and as time passes, it will be okay. Seeing and respectfully acknowledging the pain in someone else’s eyes.
Thank you for reading my memoir, Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph