Trust is a fragile thread,
Woven in the quiet spaces between hearts,
A bridge built over chasms of doubt,
Step by step, stone by stone.
It begins with a whisper,
A hesitant offering of truth,
A hand extended in the dark,
Hoping to find another reaching back.
Trust grows in the sunlight of honesty,
Nurtured by the rain of shared tears,
Rooted in the soil of patience,
Where time is the gardener.
It is tested by storms,
By the winds of betrayal and fear,
Yet it bends, it does not break,
For trust is resilient, a quiet strength.
To trust is to leap,
To close your eyes and believe in the fall,
That hands will catch you,
That hearts will hold you.
And when trust is broken,
It leaves scars,
But even scars tell stories,
Of healing, of hope, of second chances.
For trust is a journey,
Not a destination,
A path we walk together,
Hand in hand, heart to heart.
So take the step,
Build the bridge,
Extend the thread,
And trust in the journey.
