Some people
when they hear
your story, contract.
Others
upon hearing
your story, expand.
and this is how you know.
– Nayyirah Waheed
This poem roots deep into my truth… I’ve expanded with others, and others expanded with me. I feel all of them, still. Forever part of me… My people. Those special People. Very few that chose to stay and listen.
To be able to do that. To share absolutely anything, and to trust that the other will pause, and be with you in that safe place of spilling any and all truths. Now, that’s something rare! And that’s exactly what I’m looking for; that’s what we all look for. Seeking those who expend in our glory and our vulnerability. In our courage and fear. In our anger and joy. In our hurt and our love… And that’s how we know.
Who expends upon hearing you?
Who do you listen and expend for?