Poetic Prose

Trust.

If there was a list of things I struggle to do.

This would be at the top.

How does one trust again…

When every time he did, it ended up in pain.

It ended up in anger.

In fear…

In heartache.

It starts when he has no choice.

Trust or die…

Trust that someone wants to help.

Or block the world out. Keep everyone far away.

And take that step out onto speeding traffic.

Thank God, he helped me trust again.

Because that night in 2019 could have been the end of the story.

This beautiful masterpiece of a story that is just getting started.

There is no way I could’ve predicted the turns this story took… No one could’ve.

No one should’ve but now, I find myself trusting and loving.

And falling…

Knowing that this leap of faith will be worth it in the end. Somehow… Someway.

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