A Healing Trust

What makes me feel this trust
and makes me open up my thoughts?
It makes me share the things I've bottled
which I prefer to let rust.

At times I'm left raging
that her nonjudgmental nature
keeps me spewing the things I've guarded.
Why can't I stop engaging?

Perhaps trust and friendship
are just what I need to push me
over the fear I have of leaping
to those that can break the grip

Embarrassment and fear
sink in each time I share my thoughts.
What if sharing what I've kept inside
makes me lose those that are dear.

It's something from above
that keeps me coming back to share.
Although I hate her for her patience
and unconditional love.

Thank you from the chilling
of this unsettled yearning heart.
Although I'm angry that you found me
I'm grateful that your willing.