My heart in the wild by AnneMarie Foley
Trust is waiting without distraction.
Trust is ‘not doing’ with intention.
Trust is an internal pursuit
Without external vision.
Trust is a form of knowing
Through total indecision.
Trust is travelling
Painfully upstream,
Trust is a rupture
Of a profound pipe-dream.
Trust is spiralling down into darkness
Yet perceiving a lifting into lightness.
Trust is watching torment convulse uncontrolled,
Allowing it its death-throws as it takes a stranglehold.
Trust is a weapon, illogical to domination.
Trust is an avoiding of quick-fix adulation.
Trust is the gentle reassurance,
A husband’s comfort through endurance.
Trust is sitting, silent, seeking.
No need for words or speaking.
Trust allows the other to play
Knowing your turn will come one day
And that there’s a time for things.
Trust, in the discord, sings.
Written as I watched my wife struggle to fight an infection on Sunday 1st July 2018.