Poetry

Trust

Is trust something you choose
like a favourite book
or a new pair of shoes?

Is it something that grows
slowly and gently
blossoming like a rose?

Is it proven then received
or given as deposit,
a token of one’s belief?

When broken
how does it heal?
Through words spoken?
Through time?
Through promises unbroken?
Through choice?

A child’s hands reach out
open hearts full of faith
not a trace of doubt,
ready to be rewarded
their trust may be betrayed,
yet they remain unguarded
reaching out just the same.

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