My Poetry. Trust.

Trust is a whisper, soft and rare,
A fragile bond in open air.
It builds in layers, slow and true,
In smallest acts, in things we do.

It’s the steady hand that reaches out,
Through storms of fear and clouds of doubt.
An unseen thread that binds us tight,
A quiet strength, a guiding light.

It’s earned through time, in honest deeds,
In moments met, in silent needs.
A fragile seed, it takes to grow,
But once it’s there, we learn to know.

For trust is more than words can say,
It’s what remains when words give way.
A treasure rare, a lasting key—
A bridge between both you and me.