It always comes down to trust
coming down is like gravity.
Broken as words we must
speak with our own proclivity.
Walking away returns
and running only circles us faster.
In time with the beating Sun,
the heart and the skin
touch and remember.
We were once fire and bone.
We came up to the end together,
both so willing to go
and sacrifice the other,
so we
both
fell
in.
Trust is a lash that binds.
Trust is a thought
to seek and catch you
up in the air tonight
and let you down
on rocks below you.
The only way to the sky,
but we degrade
with each ascending.
Hold me down;
don’t let me fly.
I can’t survive
another landing.
Trust is a rope above.
Enough to get us
up to Heaven,
but see how many
are hung
up along
its length
on purpose.
Trust is the space between
where we are
and where we started.
Just like gravity.
Way up there
the ground still beckons us
home.
-HG
Great post 😁