When you are young you think you are sure
That what is in front of you is certain
But with age, experience, scars of hurt and the distrust they breed
You are less sure, more sceptical of all those who come before you
And for the most part you are right to be so
Trust is so often misplaced
Occasionally though, only occasionally
One will stand before you who will be deserving
Though you won’t know it to begin
They will prove themselves worthy
Of your hope, rekindling your faith, reigniting your desires
And one day, you may just find yourself thinking of that word you had long forgotten
The word you were sure had betrayed you
A word so powerful and yet thrown around so recklessly by the young
For sure it may happen again
Someday
But before that day, comes much exploration
And I’ve only just begun to explore
