Trust - Part II

 
Buried in the cupboards
Of our imaginations  
Those dark little corners of  
Tormented fermentation  
  
I only hate myself because  
The fact that my afflictions  
Were by no destined fate  
But of my own choosing  
   
How do we live with the guilt  
Of unhealthy decisions?  
Will I ever conquer these  
Unintentional repetitions?  
   
Until we speak our truths  
Face and embrace them  
Until we can rise up  
Boldly, even brazen  
   
Does the Phoenix not rise  
From buried beneath the ashes?  
The catch here is, only we can be  
The heroin of our own fashion  
   
Who is there left to trust?  
Who makes sagacious choices?  
Where did all the wisdom go?  
Who can decipher these voices?  
   
It’s up to us as individuals to  
Reflect on the residual abuse  
That lingers in the cobwebs of  
Our consciousness collecting dust  
   
When comes the time  
For self-responsibility?  
For a little accountability  
Slips away from me e’ry day  
   
This is the only chance we have  
To embrace unity  
Among a humane community  
So that we may all finally  
   
   
Come together  
   
From across the ether  
   
And touch our hands  
   
In empathy  
   
   
   
For peace and harmony...  
   
   
   
I ask, who is there to trust?