Trust (Dedicated To Lynne Fyncher Spring Garden) Poem by Owain Glyn

I awoke, sleep ruffled.
I looked across at a pillow,
Sometimes, shared.
I saw a creature, reclining there,
I recognized it,
Trust.

It gazed at me,
With soulful eyes.
Questioning eyes.
Are you about to give me away?
Have you found a home for me?
Trust.

I reflected,
If I give you away,
Today
Into other hands.
Will you be nurtured?
Protected?

Or will your fragility
Be exploited?
Laid bare, for all to see,
My vulnerability?
If I entrust my trust to you,
What will you do?
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Owain Glyn