A sure promise

It’s subtle, yet I sense it 
The aversion 
The stiffening 
The disbelief of anything sure 

As much as I may try to settle in to the relief one can experience with a “surety” 
My body warns me of the lie. 

The clenched jaw
The headache mounting at the back of my skull 

The shallow breaths, coming quickly 
Even as I attempt to deepen and elongate the exhale 

I don’t trust 
I can’t trust 
The placement of those words, in that order 
Presents itself as an offering 

But one that would transform, the minute I believe and reach for it 
And that transformation is what I believe 
So, therefore, no reaching