Love, Hate, and Trust

Trust, a whisper woven thin,  

Where love and doubt quietly begin.  

A delicate thread, pure yet slight,  

Stretched between the dark and light.  

Love, a veil, can cloud the seams,  

It colors truth in softened dreams.  

And hate, a fire that bends the line,  

Can twist a heart beyond design.  

We place our faith in trembling hands,  

Built from words, from shifting sands.  

A promise made, a promise kept—  

Or broken while the world has slept.  

For trust, so fragile, sways with ease,  

A breath, a sigh, can make it freeze.  

Yet once betrayed, it’s hard to find  

The pieces of a fractured mind.  

So hold it close, guard it well,  

Through silence where we choose to dwell.  

For trust is more than what we see—  

A fragile gift of clarity.