Sometimes things are
different.
She says she will help me. She says things can change. She
says things can be different. She says it like she means it. Like it’s true.
She apologizes for an infraction so minor, I am startled she
says a word. Yet, in those words, she is saying mistakes happen, we can both be
accountable, everything’s not my fault.
She says I can ask for what I need, that I can reach out in
whatever way I need. She says I can call, text, email.
She says it is her job to establish boundaries so I am safe
to do the work.
There is so much hope in these words, I can hardly believe
them. Each time she says things I don’t dare to expect, I cry. She shows me a
benevolence I barely recognize.
This is huge. Huge. I can’t say it enough. Huge.
Hope
is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes
without the words - and never stops at all.
-Emily Dickinson
Hopefully yours -
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