trust

Scared and sore
Bombast battered
Distraction-drugged
Confidence creeps up
A timid child at a window
And vanishes at the smallest flicker.
Cannot grasp it too tight
Or it will slip around the corner
The sensation of
Observing yourself falling asleep.
Feel the waters rise but do not swim
Just float.
Trust the tide will get you there.
There is no straight line.
No chartered course.
Trust cannot be clutched.

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