Step into trust

I am participating in the
 Slice of Life.  
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day, 
on Tuesdays.
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Step into trust
(poetic thoughts about trust)

It begins with self.

Can I?

Will I?

Should I?

Do I?

Yes, I.

My toddler granddaughter takes tentative steps, 

just one, then two, 

now about six,
before she's back on her knees and crawling,

not entirely convinced that she can walk. 

She's learning to trust herself, 

her body, 

her abilities.

Trust.

Often,
perhaps most typically,
trust is intertwined with others.
I remember vividly
my early lessons
of broken trust. 

Best friends, 

until, one day, in that bathroom stall,  

overhearing her unkind words about me,

to another so-called friend,

and trust

was broken.

Or,

first love,

until, one day, my brother saw him 

loving on another girl,

and trust

was broken.

Me. Them.

It feels, for awhile, impossible to trust,

impossible to know how.

Is this, mutual?

Trust, myself and them.

Trust takes courage,

a blind move towards something more.

Trust is essential
amongst groups of people,

in families,
communities,

organizations,
with colleagues,

as citizens in this nation,

inhabitants of this planet.
Trusting,
sharing,
bonds, goals, mission, rights,
system.

The more the circle of people widens,

the slower, more complicated, more difficult it is

to keep trust,

to move towards a common goal.
Trust grows with
hope,
conviction,
dreams,
together.

I know people who've given up trust.

Given up trying.

Now, locked within.

I feel lucky that

so much of the time

trust has been good for me.

Over time,

I've come to see,

it can feel that trust is dependent on others,

certainly it is a leap of faith,

a step to the unknown,

but,

I wonder,

if it is still

all about self.

finding the courage within.

Can I?

Will I?

Should I?

Do I?

Yes, I.

Step.