Distrust Lives On
There are those who pass out pieces of their soul like candy.
Trusting, loving, healing without thought
I am not one of those.
Each piece I release I clench tightly in my fist,
And that was my #1 rule.
For some reason, I broke it-
The hardened plastic I placed around my heart
I decided to ignore for dreams.
I was stabbed.
So many found their way into my unfurled hand
And worned painfully into my soul,
Laughing at pain I forgave months ago.
People I once trusted gently examined reached a grabbing fist into my core
And savagely ripped out my identity,
Standing by while others did the same.
Those I never trusted gently examined each shattered piece,
Doing more than I ever hoped.
My world turned upside-down at this moment.
Head-over-heels I twisted into the depths of madness
As I pretended everything was okay.
And instead of plastic,
I patch the holes in my heart with steel,
Clenching my fist until it turns purple,
Never showing my soul again.