Buried deep within the ruins of disillusionment is my trust.
Surrounded by the destruction of boundaries, cracked from letting people in, from believing that I was so rigid
that I would break
that I did break.
A self-fulfilling prophecy of needs left unmet
looking into dark corners with hope goggles and seeing potential in the benefit of the doubt
not realizing that just because I saw something good didn’t mean that good would materialize;
some are like weeds within concrete determined to grow
not everything is so resilient.
Some things believe they are unworthy, so they make it so,
they leave hopes shattered in their wake and waves of need and attachment wounds as aftershocks
once again cracking the foundation of stability that had been built up
around the molten core of trust.
Caia Rose 