It doesn’t look like much at first
just a foot, poised above a delicate slipper,
a hand steady beneath,
like the moment is holding its breath.
It’s not loud, not flashy, just a knee bent, a hand open, and a slipper waiting.
But this is what trust feels like
small, quiet, and full of meaning.
We give ourselves to something,
not knowing exactly what it will ask of us.
We slip into a role, a dream, a path we hoped for,
and suddenly, it carries weight.
Not because it’s forced, but because we chose it over and over, without even saying the word.
So ask yourself
what’s the slipper you stepped into,
not knowing how heavy it might become?
And now, once you’re inside it,
do you still know why you chose to hold it?