I’ll move forward calling you my crew. I’ll practice my speech, poetic voice and diction if you promise not to scram. I’ll rest assured you’ll stand my fright taking flight, gradually.
I’ll learn to breathe through what I used to grieve over. I’ll hold your hand tight if I see it open and welcoming. hinting with your eyes will help. A head nod, please?
Good morning crew! It’s Fri-yay! I hope you are all smiling. I kind of feel like Charlie with his angels by his side. This is how I will break that new glass ceiling. My speech should improve, confidence grow and I SHOULD stand taller. Let’s see… Thank you for bearing with me!