Vulnerable

Trust
Such a little word
To have so much weight
Dangling from its shoulders
A single syllable
And yet such grim fate
Retionships doomed
To never growing older

Trust
The sound of a heart extended
Beating helpless, frantic
A lamb to the knife
It's breaking is friendships ended
A gulf swallows the Atlantic
On the teetering cliff-face
Of a wounded life

Trust
Is the pure undefiled
Reaching out with empty hands
To say "Here I am"
Peeling back the calloused shells
Of half-healed cuts and bruises
Letting the sun shine sweep
Onto private frozen hells
At risk of getting burned.
Trust