My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

Be Heard

 

Sometimes I need to be heard without saying a thing. I need to be known so well that you see me better than I do. I can’t understand why but you let go of the stuff better than I do. I hold it all there above my own head wondering why I ever thought I could be anything else. You have cast it aside insisting it’s not who I am.

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I have these words that I string together in tangled knots and you watch with a gentle smile. I’ll never understand that smile. Maybe it’s because I’m too afraid it’s mocking me. But that’s not how you do things.

I can’t understand the way you love me.

The way you hear me.

The way you know me.

I think it’s because I struggle to know myself, yet you understand who I am at my core.

And even in all the tangled mess I am begging to be heard. Sometimes I think it’s that I want to be heard by others, but really I think it’s more than that. I think I want to be heard by you. Without saying a word.


Linking tangled words today…

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About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I’m here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

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