I wish I could say that this was easy.
Easy for me to trust.
Easy for me to believe.
Easy for me to let go.
But I would be lying.
Trust has never come easy.
Not since I learned how to breathe.
Which also happens to sometimes
Be especially hard for me.
Hard to remember to take in breath.
Believe that I have a right to inhale
Air that perhaps wasn’t meant for me.
Yet I know, that these things aren’t true.
They are lies told to me
At an age very young and unsure.
So now here I sit reminding myself and you.
That if you can trust, it will expand.
Into places you’d never quite planned.
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