Broken Trust

Broken Trust short poem

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She had a twinkle in her eyes, smile on her face
She trusted everybody she encountered
For she thought the world was full of angels
Who could do no harm.
Her world had myriad hues, her wants were simple
All that mattered were fluttering balloons and lip-smacking chocolates.
But this world soon had colours of grey, her innocence wiped away
One whom she had trusted had wiped that smile away.
This predator had been lurking in her so called safe environs
And left a trail of scars.
The visible ones healed but the invisible ones
Left a gaping wound of broken trust.
Life didn’t stop here, rather was a book of lessons.
The so called sympathy, furtive glances made the little one
Have nerves of steel
No more wallowing in self-pity or hurling accusations
But to embark on a journey to turn lives around
And be a beacon of hope to other restless souls
And pass the message trust but not blindly
For you never know when sheep turn into wolves

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I am a teacher and love to write in my spare time. I worked for a while as a journalist but now find teaching children to be my true calling.
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