"The Weight of Trust"

They call it trust —but twist it's name,

And turn its fire to gentle flame.

Not trust in truth, nor soul, nor right —

But comfort dressed in borrowed light.

They do not seek a conscience wise,

But hands that mold to their disguise.

And when you act with mind your own,

They cry betrayal, cold as stone.

For trust, to them, is but a key

To lock away your liberty.

"Be what I need," they softly cry.

And curse you should you ask why.

They name you "good" when you agree, 

But not when you choose honesty.

They love the mask, despise the face

That would not move to suit their place.

To trust a soul is far more high —

It's seeing conscience, not the eye.

To say: "I leave you to your way,

And know you will choose the just and gray."

O sovereign self, don't bow or break —

Your truth is a risk they will rarely take.

For trust abused is not a grace,

But shadows cast upon your face.

💬Poetry

Author: Charles Anyama Kalisto

5th Year Corporate Law Student (BA.LLB-HONS)

Marwadi University, Gujarat - India.

🖎Writer