When life becomes a lie,
Relationships of blood and heart lie,
You realise after decades you’ve been taken for a ride,
Shocking, how cunning people diabolically all truths hide.
Too too late falsehood shows its ugly face,
Hitting hard with a deadly mace
Killing all trust
Reducing it to dust.
We take it in turns
to fall backwards
and catch each other,
a game to show
how much trust you can place
in another person.
Am I too heavy for you?
you ask, falling softly
into my arms for
the third or fourth time,
no, I answer,
of course not, no.
(First published in Crannóg)
I want to trust
but how do you?
How do you sail
past the island of doubt,
how do you jump again
when your ankles are
still sore from previous
attempts? I apologize
that this poem is made
up of questions, but so
am I sometimes.