Trust builds on itself
A little poem about trusting you
trust builds
on itself
that one
terrifying
step you
take that
actually
goes okay
leads to
another
shaky step
and another
each one
shows your
body
a story
it couldn’t
believe
until you
chose to
trust
you
Reflection Questions
- Where in your life are you standing at the edge of a “terrifying step” right now—and what makes it feel risky in your body?
- Can you remember a moment when you took a small risk and it “actually went okay”? What did that experience begin to teach your body about trust?
- What is one gentle, doable next step you could take? Not to prove anything, but simply to offer your body a new story about what’s possible?
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