Trust (a poem)

Tighten your blindfold and feed you
words of wisdom
and crumbs of affection
without dreading I crumble

your heart in pieces...

Tighten your blindfold and guide you
through barely lit streets
of fairly cities on summer nights

Your heart beating calmly
fearlessly
trusting
me.
 

Because you see,
We’ve been through thick and thin
for you to still doubt my ability to treat
you and your properties
with anything less than care and gentleness.

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

— Ernest Hemingway

 

We’ve come a long way on the road trip of testing,
doubting,
falling on our faces,
bleeding,
allowing our hearts to mend themselves with forgiveness

forgiving those who deserve it
those who will move mountains
(not offer us roses) 
to make it up to us, 
to show us that we’re worth more
than how they treated us.

We’ve come a long way in that road trip for me to hesitate still

relaxing my shoulders in your presence
and opening before you the doors
of hidden parts of my soul
of my wounded heart
of my scarred skin

with no sparkle of doubt of being judged
labeled
mistreated
or taken for granted.

Putting our guards down...That's trust.

Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.
— Maya Angelou

 

We’ve come a long way down that road trip
for us to not finally
swim in the bliss of a newly found, long built trust.

Because you see, after you sift through all the feelings, 
the highs and lows, 
marks and scars, 
distance and closeness, 
if only the trust survives on the surface, 
then there’s an achievement to pridely appreciate,
a beautiful blessing to admire,
and perhaps a potential brick to re-build the ashes on.

Rise Brighter Sunshines *.*