A curse? A blessing? A release? A burdon?
Mistrust is a religion. You bow to it every day.
It is on your mind with every word you say,
Every thing you do,
Every person you meet.
It can come about from just one person, a savior? Maybe.
It demands your constant vigilance.
You long for the prospect of the power to walk away,
Hope that someday there will be a better life after this life is gone.
But deep in your gut, you know that there won't be.
And you know that Mistrust will always be there,
Ripping at your insides until there is nothing left of you
For anyone else to love or to care about.
Created: Apr 14, 2010Document Media