Trust yourself even if the sky burned down;
Rumble your words of pride through clouds.
Under your step, leave your tread;
Sever your fetter of judgemental dread
Trust yourself; stand your ground.
It is a little bit late, but this is my try of acrostic with internal rhyme. The topic of trust does not appeal much to me; preaching about it is reckless and telling stories of trust is lame. Thus, I bring it all on myself.