I want to trust
like a safe that locks everything away forever.
my top drawer memories locked away
so I don’t need to think about them.
I want to trust
like my ma,
keeping her word,
her quiet loyalty.
I want the trust of my Pitbull,
crawling under the blankets,
the sleeping body making room.
I want the trust of a wooden bridge,
the lies and the truth walk over it,
they don’t change it,
the bridge stays standing.
Irene Drummond (14)
