Trust

What would happen if I shared the darkest part of me?

If I cracked open my rib cage and exposed my insecurities?

Would you laugh? Or worse… judge me?

See to me trust doesn’t come easily.

I’m left jaded by years of hurt and secrecy.

But like the last thing out of Pandora’s Box my hope takes flight.

With each laugh, each tear, each word whispered late at night.