Born with the instinct the world is good and is just
Every day is a test of that internal trust
Lies stacked up together on one side of the scale
Increasing the worry that truth is destined to fail
Each leap taken, however, takes back the reins
For the faith that remains is a force that sustains.
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This post was inspired by the Writing 201 (Day 3) Prompt: Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme
2015/02/18
ShySpark 