My Greatest Strength

And so my heart

grew weary of the search

for some kind of

relief

from the story

being told on the surface

through the eyes

of the wounded places

in me.

And so its quiet,

wordless whispers

and its ability

to sink in a little deeper

became louder.

And my willingness

to  listen 

a little more intently

became my greatest strength.

6 thoughts on “My Greatest Strength”

  3. from the story
    being told on the surface
    through the eyes
    of the wounded places
    In me
    I never knew there was such a relief as sitting and holding Deighton here in the middle of healin. This is so good. I love this and you ❤️

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