Day 19: Sunday Sessions. 

i watched her cry.

i watched familiar lips tremble

with fear as though they might over hear,

every insecurity inflicted,

birthed by her unspoken truth.

it hit me then. she was afraid. just as much as i was.

so i let go.

even at 52 we’re still just children learning, hurting, and hopefully healing.

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