When do I find Trust? - A Poem
Updated: Mar 27
Can you Trust this?
Trust comes as a menace, crawling across the ground
A naked shadowed figure of anger
Fingers gripping the dirt, salivating, on all fours,
Circling me, never losing sight of me,
Vibrating the ground, reordering the grit.
Can you Trust this?
Trust raises it’s head to face me
poisonous snake, piercing eyes and
tongue of toxic venom.
A cobra shadow blocking out the light
Scaley sheaths, mouth gaping ready to bite.
Can you Trust this?
Trust lands on unstable ground for me.
River running rapid. Rocks rolling.
The rug about to get pulled, forever under my feet,
the weight of my future thoughts and fears
not sufficient to hold it.
I am falling. I am falling.
Can you trust this?
What if trust just comes as a thread?
Invisibly weaving through life and through living
Tendrils of energy touching our foreheads
Swaddling us, gently binding us together
Holding our dark hearts in her arms.
Calming our anger
Calming our fear
Making us feel safe once more.
Can I trust this?
