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
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.
We’ve come a long way on the road trip of testing,
falling on our faces,
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
or taken for granted.
Putting our guards down...That's trust.
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.