I TRUST (Poem)
- Lyia Meta - My Ink Bleeds
- Sep 3
- 2 min read
Trust is such a fragile thing. We speak of it easily, but living it is far harder. Trust requires surrender. It asks us to believe in what we cannot see, to hold steady even when fear grips us, and to lean into faith when uncertainty makes us tremble.
For me, trust has never been simple. It is a daily choice — sometimes steady, sometimes faltering. I believe, but I also worry. I try to be strong, but often I am not. Perhaps that’s what it means to be human: to carry both faith and doubt in the same heart.
And so, I wrote this piece — not as an answer, but as a reflection of that constant tension between fragility and hope.
I Trust
©️ Lyia Meta
I trust—
but I worry.
My heart clings to light,
while shadows whisper doubts.
Still, I trust.
I know He has a plan,
etched in places I cannot see.
Yet fear knocks at the door,
and I let it linger too long.
Isn’t that only human?
We are weak—
fragile glass in trembling hands.
Yet we try to be strong,
standing taller than the storm.
We cannot,
but we must.
I trust—
though trust is fragile,
like silk stretched thin,
like flame in the wind.
It is always too much,
too often,
too soon,
all the time—
demanding more than I think I can give.
And yet,
I trust.
Because without it,
there is only emptiness.
No bridge to hope,
no thread to bind us
to love, to faith, to tomorrow.
So I trust again—
not because I am fearless,
but because I am human.
And in my brokenness,
trust is the only way
to be whole.
Trust doesn’t erase worry. It doesn’t silence fear. But it gives us something to hold on to when everything else feels uncertain. To trust is to accept our fragility, yet still step forward. Without it, we are left with nothing — with it, we are still alive, still reaching, still connected.
This poem is a reminder to myself as much as it is to anyone who reads it: trust may be fragile, but it is also our greatest strength.
Thank you!
from the album —
SUNDERED AND REFORGED: Between Shadows and Salvation
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