Wow. I can feel how “Ms. Trust” isn’t just a metaphor, it’s a lived experience. One that’s been with me for decades. That line, “She’s never left”...ugh. The inescapability of her. She’s lost most of her power over me now but still lurks in my soul. Your poem resonates deeply with me and anyone who’s had to rebuild themselves from the ashes of broken trust.
"Shit on me once, shame on you. Shit on me twice, shame on me."...hahaha, that reminded me of something Scotty said to Captain Kirk about the Klingons. I’ve carried that sentiment with me most of my life.
You’re someone who’s not afraid to name the darkness but still reaches for the light. That’s powerful work. Thank you for sharing it.
Steve, this means a lot. “She’s never left” is the lesson for me. Some ghosts become roommates; they get so ingrained in our lives.
Acknowledging it is half the battle, though. She still sidles up and whispers, but I no longer take her word as gospel. I’m glad the poem gave language to your own rebuild.
And the Scotty line is perfect. Fellow Trekkie here 😄🖖 Thank you for reading and sharing.
Yeah definitely darker, but naming something that has or has had power over you, I feel, is the first step toward taking that power back. Glad you like it💜
Liora, this hit me hard. The way you gave fear a presence, a form that stalks and twists reality it’s raw and vivid. I could feel that tension and the way it gnaws at trust, even as you push to reclaim it. Thank you for sharing this so openly; it’s brave and beautiful. Your note at the end reminds me that even when fear feels constant, there’s space to rewrite the story and your words do that for the rest of us, too. 💜
Thanks so much, I caught myself toying with lesser fears, low-hanging fruit, as it were. I’m glad that when I started writing, the truest one came out. I do mean what I said, you all are helping me in immeasurable ways. So thank you💜
Haunting and beautifully crafted. The way you gave mistrust a body — shadow hair, glowing eyes, whispers that bind — made it feel like a force we’ve all met. What struck me most was your honesty in the author’s note: that survival twist of “never trust anyone” and the quiet work of rewriting it. Shadow and hope braided together — powerful.
Thanks so much for sharing my work @Seajade! You’re amazing 💜
You’re welcome Liora, 😊
Dear Ms. Liora,
Wow. I can feel how “Ms. Trust” isn’t just a metaphor, it’s a lived experience. One that’s been with me for decades. That line, “She’s never left”...ugh. The inescapability of her. She’s lost most of her power over me now but still lurks in my soul. Your poem resonates deeply with me and anyone who’s had to rebuild themselves from the ashes of broken trust.
"Shit on me once, shame on you. Shit on me twice, shame on me."...hahaha, that reminded me of something Scotty said to Captain Kirk about the Klingons. I’ve carried that sentiment with me most of my life.
You’re someone who’s not afraid to name the darkness but still reaches for the light. That’s powerful work. Thank you for sharing it.
Blessed be,
Steve
Steve, this means a lot. “She’s never left” is the lesson for me. Some ghosts become roommates; they get so ingrained in our lives.
Acknowledging it is half the battle, though. She still sidles up and whispers, but I no longer take her word as gospel. I’m glad the poem gave language to your own rebuild.
And the Scotty line is perfect. Fellow Trekkie here 😄🖖 Thank you for reading and sharing.
Blessed be. 💜
Beautiful, dark and feral. I loved this!
Great imagery!
Excellent!🌸
OMG creepy....it was different but i like it!
Yeah definitely darker, but naming something that has or has had power over you, I feel, is the first step toward taking that power back. Glad you like it💜
Liora, this hit me hard. The way you gave fear a presence, a form that stalks and twists reality it’s raw and vivid. I could feel that tension and the way it gnaws at trust, even as you push to reclaim it. Thank you for sharing this so openly; it’s brave and beautiful. Your note at the end reminds me that even when fear feels constant, there’s space to rewrite the story and your words do that for the rest of us, too. 💜
Thanks so much, I caught myself toying with lesser fears, low-hanging fruit, as it were. I’m glad that when I started writing, the truest one came out. I do mean what I said, you all are helping me in immeasurable ways. So thank you💜
Haunting and beautifully crafted. The way you gave mistrust a body — shadow hair, glowing eyes, whispers that bind — made it feel like a force we’ve all met. What struck me most was your honesty in the author’s note: that survival twist of “never trust anyone” and the quiet work of rewriting it. Shadow and hope braided together — powerful.