Trust Them

"Trust Them"

Trust them.
they want to be there for you
they care about-
the things you say,
~but more about what you really mean~
your needs and desires,
your feelings, beliefs, and thoughts,
your worries and your fears,
your failures and your successes
~and what those mean to you~
your plans and hopes,
your dreams and those you dream about,
AND your truth
They care.

They care
And that means the world to you,
But you let your past
Stand in the way of their love
(-Remorse is too all consuming, so quit drinking it by the gallon-)
And their love can span the miles.

They need you to trust them
You need and want to let them in-
To trust them-
Let go,

Let them in-

~And trust them.~

Trust him.
he wants to be there for you
he cares about you
and wants you ~to be happy~
he wants to be with you
he wants to talk to you
he wants to know you
he truly cares.

He cares
And that counts for something,
But you let your past
Stand in the way of his caring
(-Regret is too bitter, so quit drinking it by the gallon-)
Push past it
And distance will never be an issue unless you let it be

He needs you to trust him
You need and want to let him in-
To trust him-
Let go,

Let him in-

~And trust him.~
~Trust them.~

I wrote the idea of this poem down in the form of a journal a couple months ago. I just dug it up thinking about how I felt. I felt frustrated because so many people wanted to open up to me- to be my friend- and I yet I pushed them away because I've been let down so much and I didn't want to open the door to pain again. And also, the distance between me and them is so often more than I can bear.

Publishing your journals is usually a bad idea, but I publish my journal every time I hit the "Publish Post" button. To me, it's better to have the world know how you feel and what you think instead of locking it all up, or putting it in a journal where you'll find it years later and roll your eyes saying "Boy, was I stupid".

Instead of looking back on my poems as "I was stupid" I look back on them as "I was hurting", "I was excited", "I was random", or maybe even "I was emotionally confused". Whether or not I can relate to the situation, I can always relate to the ideas and emotions. Sometimes I don't have my heart in the same place, but instead of it being a completely compartmentalized journal, poetry expands my view to life and more general areas.

I love poetry because not only does it help you relate to the rest of the world, but it helps you relate to yourself-which is sometimes surprisingly more difficult.


IDOMAD, 2008