A map to trust

Falling backwards slowly hoping someone would put out their hands and catch me. Exhaling that belief, and being ready to land on my ass. Accepting the fate that behind my hard shell outer layer there is still a fluffy inner foyer that must be passed.

Trust is just beyond that door.

Behind that door and down the road, past the gate, take a left, then to get there you have to go through the never ending forest of regrets and swim through the quick sand of time that seems to be getting deeper and deeper with every outreach of your hand.

If you make it past there Trust is just around the corner.

Trust me.