WHO SEES THE REAL YOU?
Who in your life sees you
the way you've always hoped
to be seen, the way your soul
craves to be understood without
the need for explanation?
Who looks past the armor and the
stories you've worn for so long,
the masks you've collected
to protect the softer parts
of yourself?
Who notices the small details,
the tremble in your voice
when you're afraid,
the light in your eyes when
you're at peace?
It's how they linger in spaces
that most people rush through,
and how they listen for
your unspoken truths.
It's the kind of seeing that
feels like a homecoming,
a reminder of the strength, beauty,
and depth you already carry,
a feeling that you don't have to
be anything but yourself.
(David Flint)
