Funny thing about trust.
It grows
and sometimes
you don't even see it happening.
It just does.
And suddenly, you realize that your walls are down.
And honesty isn't work.
And being real is really real.
And hearing things that stink are okay.
And saying things that stink are okay, too.
Until your heart is questioned.
And in an instant, you feel untrusted.
It might not be a word - untrusted.
But it's a feeling.
And it doesn't matter how many times
you explain it away
and tell yourself that it's okay.
It's really not.
And you don't take falling asleep for granted.
You actually consider getting up at 4:45
in hopes of making something productive of your alertness.
Funny thing,
that un-trust.
It hurts.
1 comment:
Another great entry on trust and un-trust, Sara. Yes, I have to agree, un-trust hurts.
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