Trust is faith in practice.
Ignited from within.
A spark of courage, of wisdom,
that flickers, then burns.
To reach. To extend. To expand.
Trust isn’t a grand declaration.
It’s the breath before the leap.
The word before the answer.
The hand reaching across the silence.
It is an act of connection.
A handshake,
between souls.
A covenant.
Attached by all,
yet we meet detached,
at first.
Like two stars orbiting in silence,
each knowing the other is there,
but not yet speaking.
Then, a choice.
To learn to walk
the same path.
Not in step, not in perfect rhythm,
but together,
foot by foot, breath by breath.
Trust is the first step
to friendship.
The introduction of
a shared story.
Trust is the paper.
Trust is the pen.
Our imagination, the narrator.
And we, the story.
Write it your way.
Speak it in your voice.
Color your environment.
Name the places,
the quiet alley
where the first word was spoken,
the sunlit room
where two souls laughed until they cried,
the mountain where we stood side by side,
watching the world unfold below.
Name the characters,
the one who doubted,
the one who stayed,
the one who whispered,
“Maybe we’re not alone.”
Welcome home.
Trust.
Or don’t engage.
Don’t unlock a grenade.
Because consequence is real.
Pain is real.
Eyes open.
To read the story written.
To discover.
To create meaning.
In the circle of trust.
The signal
on our frequency.
Not loud, not forced, not masked,
but steady, self respected.
Like a heartbeat.
Trust is,
the embrace.
The safe hug.
The space
where you don’t have to be perfect.
Where you don’t have to hide.
Where you are, simply,
enough.