Trust is the word

i have this strong feeling

an earth inside my belly.

the gravity

of my well trained imagination.

and i briefly unravel 

like running from firecrackers

in a contest for sadness.

then i remember myself...

my strength. my lips. my beast of a heart. my loyalty. my steel spine. my huge crazy love. 

i remember God. 

and how words are not actions

and thoughts are not truth

and how answers are not solutions

and how i respond to the simplest of things.

i trust kisses.

i trust my hand being held.

i trust a ride to the post office.

i trust a heart beating close to my ear.

i trust laughter in another room.

i trust being pulled closer.

but words are pretty.