The wild waves of your story crashed against mine. In a drop, I saw your depth, and tasted the tangled purity of hope, salted by pain.
Beyond your sound, I heard our sameness.
It is deafening.
It is a splash of all the right words, said in just the right way. It is a mantra born from a language we all speak before we speak anything at all.
Listen, when you are able.
Let it flow through you and carry the truth to your whole ocean:
I hear you. I see you. I am on your team.