The Weight of Belief

I lay down my truth like a crumpled letter,

its ink smudged with doubt, yet my heart’s the debtor.

Words catch in my throat, like dust in the air,

who will hear me now, when I’m stripped and laid bare?

You listen and nod, but do you see through

the thin veil of silence where secrets construe?

I fear being lost in the depths of your gaze,

as my fears twist and turn in the gray of this maze.

Yet still, I persist, for the hope is a flame,

a spark in the dark, with belief as my aim.

But the weight of your eyes makes me question my worth,

as I carry my stories and all they’re worth.