Whom Can You Trust Poem by Ron Francis

Whom can you trust, when the cliff is a face you must scale. Yourself that's who, is the answer from him high above. I'm a desperate soul of a time to fall, heed the call from your heart to be still amidst the anguish of temperament and beguilement. The gift of fulfilment is meant for the ones who will see through the mirror and proclaim, 'I have done it... I have conquered the fear of my pain. Let all be still and let all revel in lone triumph and accomplishment... In God I trust...