
on trust not in lust
let go, allow it to flow
on with life, not with strife
many times before, he swore
often, on the day, gave way
until, he became still, not ill
can it be, that here, there is no fear?
(a story of trust in the form of an acrostic with some internal rhyme for day three of Writing 201)
(and for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)
*shot with nikon d700, 50mm f1.4 nikkor lens, edited in aperture 3, silver efex pro2 with filter 024 full contrast and structure applied, laughter, swings and icy chains involved*