Trust

"This slope is Treacherous

This path is reckless... 

But I like it"

Whether or not to trust someone, to believe what they say, to give away a piece of yourself each time they smile at you and tell you about their day...is one of the toughest decisions we have to take. 

Most of the times, we can't even tell if it's a choice, who we end up placing our trust on, all the while knowing that what we're pursuing is treacherous, that the daydreams we're weaving are dangerous, that we might have to hide our broken hearts back in drawers and blank pages. 

And yet, some of us love to believe.

We believe, that somewhere, in between this chaos, there does exist something real, something which just not an idea of it, but it's worth for what it really is.  

With these thoughts, I penned down this poem not too long ago:

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I will break open myself 

And offer up my trust 

Knowing it is the only gift worth giving,

That the hardest part of living 

Is watching what others do with it. 

There are those who will split it in two,

Just to make me feel what they felt. 

There are those who will steal it, 

Manipulate it, use it to hurt others, 

Pin it against another's even

If only for amusement.

But I believe. 

I believe there are those 

Who will keep it bastioned 

Within the heavy chambers of their marrow, 

Sacrificing their own bones 

For it's protection,

That the risk of finding one honest connection 

In midst of this mayhem is what 

Makes the hurt worth it. 

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I would love to hear your suggestions and scrutiny for my work. I appreciate you took the time to read my poem. 

Have a great day!