My therapist is mad at me,
missed one too many appointments.
My fault, fair enough, but still hard.
The person that I need to trust,
but when you’re sensitive as me,
any little thing rattles you.
I find trust is too difficult,
and at the anger, want to flee.
It was minor enough to me,
most people wouldn’t even care,
yet still, I’m not at all like most.
I don’t trust anyone but god,
and I don’t trust that god exists.
I don’t even think I trust me.
But trust is what it really is.
The problem I have with others.
I’d rather hurt myself than trust.
I’d rather run and hide than trust.
But trust I find, something I must.
So my question is, how do I?
How do I find the thing called trust,
when I cannot let my guard down?
I’d ask my therapist but then,
well then that would be the problem.
Poetry
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I appreciate the way you juxtapose these conflicting realities of needing to trust/ being scared to trust. How do we learn to trust, when we have to trust in order to learn? Very meta. This poem has an interesting way of making statements and then turning them on their heads, sometimes in the very next line. For instance, the line “I don’t trust anyone but god,/ and I don’t trust that god exists.” These two lines illustrate the larger point of the poem; life is complicated. Trust is difficult, and complexities are intertwines with each other. Thanks for sharing this!
Thank you very much for your feedback on my poem. I am so glad that you liked it and really appreciate your analysis of it! 🙂