Believing was once
an easy thing
What someone said
was always true
no choice involved
questions never asked
Believing was once
an easy thing
But over time
the child in me
began to see
that people lie
Believing was once
an easy thing
Then began
having to choose
what to believe
who to trust
Believing was once
an easy thing
But the choice of another
could cause one
to believe a lie
disguised as truth
Believing was once
an easy thing
No longer
is that true
believing is a choice
that MUST be made
Believing was once
an easy thing
Heartspell 
wish I could remember when that was…and will it be again?
I think as we age, sometimes these things are easier to understand or perhaps, accept.
An amazing shift that occurs isn’t it…I enjoyed this piece, the refrain was wonderful to the read. ~ Rose
Thank you for reading here and the nice words…
I love reading poetry, but its becoming apparent, I like to hear it even more, as the writer can convey the true emotion contained in their words.
What to believe, who to trust? Been there, done that, got the t-shirt
Love the message this contains and the way you convey it.
Thank you for the thoughts… and for listening… glad you enjoyed.
It is so true what you write. A lie can take forever to set right. Children are so fragile.
Luckily, we always have ourselves to trust. And can go forward into the light we shine to others.
Hopefully we can all trust ourselves…
thought-provoking. well-written. love the repitition.
Thank you for visiting my blog…
i thoroughly enjoy the repetition “Believing was once
an easy thing” and as much as i enjoy that, i equally
enjoy the hope, in spite of it all, that believing is a
choice that must be made…and yet, the ending…
“Believing was once
an easy thing”
well done and provoking…and you can believe that!
Thank you for visiting here and for your kind thoughts on my pondering….
Such a difficult transformation when believe becomes choice—not without pangs of cognitive dissonance for many who go through it. The repetition works very well, gives the effect of awakening from a fairy tale. Great poem.
I don’t know if I’ve ever totally transformed… I still always want to trust first, but now doubt creeps in where it didn’t once upon a time. Thank you for the kind words, Adam.
the death of innoscence…when once we truly believed now we must wrestle ourselves to it…but i still believe…mostly…nice write…
Yes, there is always a part of me that would rather believe than come to grips with being told a lie…. thank you, Brian.
I’m so gullible – I’m often ASTOUNDED when I find out that someone wasn’t telling the truth. Sigh. This is a great poem about realizing that truth is relative.
Yes, I still fall for the lies every time… or maybe they are 1/4,1/2. 3/4 truths…I do try to give them that, at least…
An excellent poem – loved it! It’s a bit of a wake up call when we realise that not everyone around is gonna be honest with us…love the repetition you have used xx
Thank you for the kind words… yes, a very difficult realization for me.
Well done…and true!
Thank you, ayala…
Loved the way you developed the poem…emphasis the main theme through repeating the main line…well done and so very true!
Thank you for the sweet thoughts and the understanding of what I was trying to convey. 🙂