Trust and beauty
Go hand in hand;
Both fragile and small
But,
So,
So
Important.
Trust- broken by the years,
People Lie,
They Cheat,
They Steal,
They turn on each other.
Fights break out;
Screams are heard,
Each side yelling,
Yelling,
Yelling,
Yelling!
Hostility is all that is known,
Trust is gone,
Far,
Far,
Away.
A home no longer warm,
The house divided,
Loyalties torn.
Within the midst of turmoil
Beauty is found.
The smallest,
Littlest things
Become the beauty,
The reason to keep fighting.
With eyes open,
Heart filled with
Hope
And
Dread,
We observe.
The shine in the eyes
Of Passion
Becomes the admiration.
The silent way
Other react to
Stories,
All ways of ignoring,
Ignoring the pain
Of broken trust.
We escape to find the
Peace,
The beauty,
Which was almost lost
In the midst of Heart-
Break.
Fear
As a Child,
Your Imagination runs
Wild.
In the Dark,
Fear bubbles
Inside,
Your eyes see
What is not there.
Your mind plays tricks.
All you feel is
The Haunting
And Daunting
Swirl of Doom.
Heart Pounds,
Beating.
Loud,
Louder, and
Louder.
Seconds ticks.
Tick,
Tick,
Tick.
Remain Calm,
Don't Freak,
Is what you
Should do, but
What if?
What if this is truly the end?