Jumbled thoughts Scrambled feelings.I wanted to trust you again.I was beginning toTrust doesn’t come easy to me.The slightest tremor And trust crawls back under its rock. Only you don’t create tremors.You create earthquakes.I am shaken to my very core.The shade tree of hope, gone.The sweet water of trust, gone. I’m back in the desert again. An emotional wasteland with no oasis. Empty, numb and scared Again.