Trust Imperiled

Somewhere behind the fortified walls of the mind,

 shadows flicker and murmurs linger.

Trust once stood

as a fragile glass,

now shattered by the weight of doubt.

Eyes that once met with anticipation and warmth,

now glance away,

 cold and distant.

Remembering words that once flowed without obstacles,

now trickle,

 hesitant and guarded.

Promises,

 like autumn leaves caught in a tornado of hurt,

now fall,

scattering, like a season of life forgotten,

turning a heart of gentle existence into a fortress built of stone,

guarded by the ghosts of broken faith.

In the silence,

whispers of betrayal prey on the notes and cards of intimacy,

once a symphony, now but dissonant discords of fractured dreams,

Trust’s delicate threads unravel through the hands of time.

Yet…

In the rubble a seed of hope buried deep awaits to bloom again,

as even in the darkest night,

the dawn will come and trust may be given another chance.

Confidence dictates…

The all-forgiving endurance of patience

spawns the light that

nurtures all that grows…

and regrows.