Trust 

The word Trust has been lingering for weeks in my Head 

Like a bank of fog on a rainy day

Just waiting for a sunny day to clear it away

Truly, what is Trust?

Should you never question another persons word?

Is that a form of not trusting?

Can you ever get back to a place to Trust?

After trust has been kicked on, spat on, and ground into the dirt

I don’t know......

Trust shattered like glass

Strong but vunerable  - factured

Trust was burnt

Maybe a piece still lingers

Like a root of a tree buried beneath the ground

Just waiting for the right combination of elements

Trust was tested not so long ago

One of the hardest nights 

Confused, conflicted, and scared 

Twisted thoughts swirling

Truthfully, can trust be restored?

Deep Breath  - there is hope

Heart open  - Trust....

I see the fog lifting

Awakening

From the ashes I rise and continue to fly

I can see - really see

As I cry

My soul sings with freshness

Stretching  my arms out wide

embracing which was denied 

Senses heightened - saturating 

Almost to much to fast 

Afraid this will not last

Reborn fearless 

racing at a faster pace

my spirit guiltless

From the ashes I have risen

I can see - really see

Freed from my prison

Anticipation

I feel the excitement bubble up inside of me

Like a tea kettle on the stove

I keep looking at the clock...

No, its not time yet, find something to do

Pace, clean, nervous energy

I look at the clock again.....

I feel like a child saying to a parent “Are we there yet?”

A present that has been waiting to be unwrapped

I look at the clock again.....

Maybe I need to check another clock

I’m certain the hands have not moved

I make myself a promise not to look again

Okay, it must be almost time

Is everything in place?

How do I look?

I looked at the clock again....

My heat is pounding

I’m sure if you were standing next to me you could hear the thudding

I have not felt this way for so long

Do they feel the same way?

I look at the clock again....

I’m making to much out of this

No, I don’t think so

I’m nervous

Butterflies in my stomach

My face is flushed just thinking about the first anticipated 

Kiss

Ive stopped looking at the clock

He is here