Trust
TRUST
People say trust is
A two-way street
But I see trust
As chess pieces
Often manipulated
To fit the needs
Of the two players
The sad thing
Is looking back
At the conclusion of each game
And see all the chess piece
Casualties
When you realize
How many trusts
Had to die
For someone to win
The ‘game’
How discouraging to know
That this simple
Classic ‘game’
Can be so symbolic
Of our lives
When we come to the realization
That we’re all playing chess
Every day
Every person just a pawn
Or a knight
Or a rook
To your king or queen
Each of these pieces
Shuffled around
Manipulated to fit
Your end game
Each piece a trust
Built up
Over time
Only to one day
For the sake
Of your survival
Be destroyed
Kicked off your board
As you’re both left
To writhe for a while
In the aftermath
As you momentarily
Oh so temporarily
Bask in your win
Your vicious victory
Only to figure out
That with every new person
Chess piece
You meet
A new game has begun
As you carry the baggage
Of all your broken
Conquered
Former trusts
In a back room of your mind
Making you so much more
Deceptive
Objective
Detached
Uncaring
You so much more frail
In the next game
The next in an endless series of
Chess matches
That will last until
You yourself fall victim
Of a trust war
And you yourself become
Irreparably
Metaphorically
Symbolically
Mentally
And psychologically
Destroyed
Annihilated
Beyond all repair…
Copyright © Jenny Morelli | Year Posted 2017
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