Having No Trust Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wishing that I had had a husband who was gentle and kind,
feeling secure in his loving arms, knowing that is the
type of love fitting with a wild untamed Sicilian woman.

Always testing, not ever believing that their wish had
come true, something that had been prayed for in the past,
now living dead in that dream world.

Never even trusting the truth or illusions of it, because
love seen has always been fickle and false, nothing able
to alter that particular sentiment.

Because of a heartache that took hold when much younger
putting a barrier in place of distrust, an abandonment
that just cannot be taken away.

Tears falling, not wanting to be caught in another heart-
breaking rhythm again, just living in the fact of having
no trust in a male ever again.