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How do you begin to talk about trust, when every thought that swirls around in your brain has additional questions attached to it: is it real?                  is it made up?            is it rational?                  is it an overreaction?          is it temporary?                          is it permanent? Tangled root systems of the same questions, for every thought. And I haven’t even started on Feelings, [that’s a different poem altogether]. - How do you begin to talk about trust when, for starters, you can’t trust yourself. Grow up, with silence and shrugged shoulders and the helpless statements of: I don’t know, I don’t know, I just don’t know, in response to all your scientific parents’ questions – questions peppered with “logical” and “rational” and *“you understand where we’re coming from …right?”* and eventually, every time you think or feel anything at all and have no explanation, you’re left with one question:                          how can you not know?                            how can you not know?                          how can you not know? - Say a word enough times and it starts to lose its meaning: trust trust trust trust Is it even a word, or just a lucky combination of letters? - How do you begin to talk about trust when you’ve been let down not once, not twice, not three times… well, what’s the point of trying to recall, when you’ve lost count of the times. It would be one thing, if you knew why you’ve been abandoned, or why people hurt you, or why everything gets to you so often,                            [is it you or is it them,                                 is it you or is it them,                         is it you or is it them?] but it’s the not knowing that makes you realize that people as a whole are: Unpredictable, Unreliable, Untrustworthy. You’re not usually too angry about it, this is just Reality. - This is just Reality, but it’s the not knowing that kills you, closes up your heart in a certain kind of way after a while. Oh, you’ll talk to people, if you must, say whatever seem to be the right things, be the listening ear they need, if that’s what’s required of you, be good, understanding, kind, empathetic, to the best of your ability, but you won’t Rely on them, won’t accept statements of I can help. That’s a different story. - If you can’t trust People. [Forget about your family, the ones who supposedly love you, with their helpful advice of “get a job, be useful, it’ll make you feel better.” Forget about the docs and therapists, the ones who supposedly make it better, with pills or overpriced talking sessions. Forget friends, the ones who supposedly are your support system, with “I’m here for you” and “I can help” that lead nowhere.] then what you are left with is trusting yourself out of necessity. And you’re back to where you started.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
On the Subject of Trust
How do you begin to talk about trust, when every thought that swirls around in your brain has additional questions attached to it: is it real?                  is it made up?            is it rational?                  is it an overreaction?          is it temporary?                          is it permanent? Tangled root systems of the same questions, for every thought. And I haven’t even started on Feelings, [that’s a different poem altogether]. - How do you begin to talk about trust when, for starters, you can’t trust yourself. Grow up, with silence and shrugged shoulders and the helpless statements of: I don’t know, I don’t know, I just don’t know, in response to all your scientific parents’ questions – questions peppered with “logical” and “rational” and *“you understand where we’re coming from …right?”* and eventually, every time you think or feel anything at all and have no explanation, you’re left with one question:                          how can you not know?                            how can you not know?                          how can you not know? - Say a word enough times and it starts to lose its meaning: trust trust trust trust Is it even a word, or just a lucky combination of letters? - How do you begin to talk about trust when you’ve been let down not once, not twice, not three times… well, what’s the point of trying to recall, when you’ve lost count of the times. It would be one thing, if you knew why you’ve been abandoned, or why people hurt you, or why everything gets to you so often,                            [is it you or is it them,                                 is it you or is it them,                         is it you or is it them?] but it’s the not knowing that makes you realize that people as a whole are: Unpredictable, Unreliable, Untrustworthy. You’re not usually too angry about it, this is just Reality. - This is just Reality, but it’s the not knowing that kills you, closes up your heart in a certain kind of way after a while. Oh, you’ll talk to people, if you must, say whatever seem to be the right things, be the listening ear they need, if that’s what’s required of you, be good, understanding, kind, empathetic, to the best of your ability, but you won’t Rely on them, won’t accept statements of I can help. That’s a different story. - If you can’t trust People. [Forget about your family, the ones who supposedly love you, with their helpful advice of “get a job, be useful, it’ll make you feel better.” Forget about the docs and therapists, the ones who supposedly make it better, with pills or overpriced talking sessions. Forget friends, the ones who supposedly are your support system, with “I’m here for you” and “I can help” that lead nowhere.] then what you are left with is trusting yourself out of necessity. And you’re back to where you started.
Today my therapist asked me to write about trust and I hate writing prompts but I can write poetry and I can write about my trust issues for pages upon pages so this is what I came up with, and I figured I might as well post it here since this is basically my sad poetry site.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
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