Riddling Trust (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

What am I?

I am difficult to build;

Yet easily killed,

Hard to establish-

But can quickly vanish,

Patience, is my root

And impatience, a poisoned fruit.

What am I?

Can rise higher than skyscrapers;

With fragility that can return me to dust.

I don’t suppose this riddle has a better answer

Than the word itself, “Trust.”


By : Phanuel Ayelum.

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