Trust that the breath you exhale
Will be followed by another one
In its own good time.
Trust that the wind biting your skin
Will eventually give way to
The warm kiss of the sun.
Trust that smiles invite,
That frowns conceal,
That eyes can be a gateway to the soul
And that words don’t always mean
Exactly what they say.
Trust that hurt will lead to closure
For a while
Until it’s over
And you open up again
A little bit stronger.
Trust that the bird gliding overhead
Won’t deposit droppings on your face
And if it does
You can always clean it off.
Trust in trust.
Trust in the fact that
Trusting won’t always take you where you want to go
But not trusting