POWDERED
Trust is an exercise I may never get the hang of.
You see, I have a certain ambivalence towards it.
On the one hand, trust is welcoming.
It's a welcome mat after a long day.
It's the "you're welcome" to the "thank you" life gives for exposing your bare skeletons.
On the other hand, those brittle skeletons are the reason there is ambivalence.
They reveal too much, and show nothing in return.
They tear you down to build themselves up.
You try to bury them, but it's only long after you finish that you remember that the frozen and dry ground is is not an idea set of conditions to keep buried things in.
Inevitably, they're dug up.
And trust shatters.
It's only in the leftover shards that you can begin to rebuild.
It takes strength of will and determination.
But in my effort to show that strength, I shatter it again.
And again.
And again.
Trust is an exercise I may never get the hang of.
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Picking Up The Pieces
PoetryAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.
