her story...

her face searches
looking for honesty
hoping to find it in each person she meets
she opens her heart to them
believes them to be who they say they are
and lets them into her heart
maybe not all the way... but they are in there

time passes and she trusts them more and more
opening herself up and being honest with them
about her pain and her suffering
hoping to find some understanding
some compassion

often she finds it... in a soft touch
a certain gentle look
and she is hooked
she believes in them
trusts them

one day the real truth about them
comes crashing in around her
she struggles with the need to believe
yet the fear of being so naïve that she
puts herself in danger again and again

inside she struggles with the person she saw and
the truth that seems to be before her
she wants to trust her gut
but how can she... it’s led her in the wrong direction
so many times before.

It hurts so much... the pain so big
she wants to recoil and hide and never trust again
but she knows that this will be an empty existence
so she’ll reach out again, but perhaps more carefully
next time.

she knows that people aren’t all bad
nor are they all good
there is a blend of both in each person
who is she to decide which good is okay
and which bad is incomprehensible
how much can she... will she tolerate?

she loves so deeply
believes so completely
hurts so profoundly
her heart breaks
again for promises lost
dreams torn
misconceptions run rampant
torn between loyalty to a belief
and the terrible facts before her
to love and trust?

To leave and hate
is there a place in between


I don’t know.