*Trust*

Trust is a quiet thing.

Not loud promises.

Not grand gestures.

It’s the small _yes_ you give,

again and again.

It’s showing up when you said you would.

It’s telling the truth when a lie would be easier.

It’s leaving your heart unguarded,

and believing someone will hold it gently.

Trust is built like a bridge.

One plank at a time.

With time, with honesty,

with choosing each other on ordinary days.

It’s resting when you’re tired,

because you know you won’t fall.

It’s disagreeing, and still staying.

It’s being seen — all of you —

and not being afraid.

Trust doesn’t rush.

It grows in silence, in waiting,

in the spaces between words.

And once it’s there,

it turns strangers into home.

So be worthy of it.

Be careful with it.

Because trust is rare.

And when you find it,

you hold it like light.