Trust is a Bitch

Trust is a bitch

Disguised as some Perfect Thing

Trust is a trick

Bound by human weakness

Trust I think is meant to be broken

They tell us so many lies but

Trust is like anything else –

Susceptible to human foibles

And therefore, imperfect

We try

We take steps

But inevitably something breaks

Trust is broken

Perhaps True trust

Real Trust

Is staying with each break

And putting it back together again

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Becoming You

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This blanket made of Nothingness and Impudence

Woven with Depression and Resistance

Created just for you

Wrapped in it at birth

Hanging like a dark film over your shoulders

Under your feet

Must have felt like Home to you

This painful quilt of failures

So many excuses

It’s not that bad

People have it worse

And some do

And who cares?

I am interested in what happened to you

Tell me of your precious, unnatural cloak

Tell me how it’s home and you never wish to leave it

Tell me how you hate it and beg someone to rip it off

Let me know the fight in you

It’s not an easy feat

To start to choose the Unknown over Home

Even when home is unbearable

Oh the burden of a certain kind of familiarity

But

You are not the thing you wear

Nor whatever you were born into

You are underneath

Pure and unbroken

I believe

If we’d never seen the sun and suddenly it appeared

We’d fear annihilation — hide deep in our Darkness

Rather than welcome the soft warmth

So do we live from Fear…

Or do we Risk when it’s hardest to Risk

Who among us is brave enough

To take the cover off

Or — with new thread —

Begin again…

A blanket made of Happiness and Mindfulness

Woven with Compassion, Love and Peacefulness

Created just for you

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