I’ve come to know some of my true self and when I show it to you I am vulnerable.
Hear my voice, cracked though it is.
Hear my heart, broken and healed and healing.
Hear my longing for connection, for acceptance, for the Yes.
My words, my voice is not to negate your words, your voice.
I give you your space and my reverent attention when you speak.
I ask for my own space to say what I know to be true and ask for your attention.
My listening to you has often sparked things in me that otherwise would not have arisen to my vision.
Perhaps through my voice, you’ll be inspired as well.