In the quiet corridors of doubt,
Where whispers echo, unsure and loud,
A heart once open, now closed in fear,
Trust, a fragile glass, unclear.

Beneath the surface of gentle smiles,
Lies a river of questions, running for miles,
Promises made, yet often unkept,
In the silence of night, the heart wept.

Hope battles with shadows in the mind,
Seeking the light, a truth to find,
Yet walls build higher with every scar,
Trust, a distant, flickering star.

But even in darkness, there’s a chance to mend,
To rebuild the bridge, to let love ascend,
For within every heart, the seed is sown,
To trust again, to be truly known.