The Threads Of Trust Poem by Sumita Jetley

A quiet home, a peaceful shell,
Where whispers and silence gently dwell.
Books on shelves, thoughts confined,
A life of routine, safely aligned.

But chaos knocked, unbidden, unplanned,
With curls of fire and a bold demand.
'Why hide your light? Why let it fade?
The world needs the words your hands have made.'

A flyer pinned, a stage to claim,
A trembling voice, a hesitant name.
Lines of truth, a heart laid bare,
The room grew quiet, they felt her there.

Each word, a thread, each pause, a seam,
Weaving fears into a daring dream.
The claps that rose were not just sound,
But proof that trust is where we're found.

Now the poet stands, no longer concealed,
The knots untangled, the truth revealed.
For sometimes life, in its noisy mess,
Is the hand that leads us to our best.