trust speaks a foreign language

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Trust speaks a foreign language
I have yet to train my tongue to shape, my ear to comprehend.
I’ve rejected trust as alien even when she longs for refuge
in those pockets of my soul where I’ve long harboured fear

She is a friend I’ve often spurned,
yet persistence grants her patience while I seem to keep her waiting.
She has long been pointing to a path I’ve yet to walk
and she’s fluent in a patois I thought I’d never learn.

Yet on a day when I am desperate and lack the way to calm,
I rifle through my pockets and swiftly come upon them—
my fears and my anxieties, a thick huddle in the dark—

I set them free—and not just once, but daily—
in a ritual of forgiveness where I make the space for trust.
Dressed in pale green garments, she grins in her delight
when I offer words of welcome in the language that she loves.

Clare Coburn

Image credit  The photographer of this image wrote: ‘I bought a house a few years ago. It had been recently painted and this word was scratched on one door. It was a time when I needed to trust as things were going very badly.’

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