Uncertainty

In this hot, arid land

Of hard, unyielding stone

And stinging wind-blown sand,

I have been so alone.

Wand’ring lost and confused,

Crying to empty air,

Daily battered and bruised,

Until I ceased to care.

Then like a desert flow’r,

A promised oasis,

You came in my dark hour,

Giving hope with a kiss.

But I am so afraid

That it’s all illusion;

A mirage that will fade

Into mere delusion.

An insubstantial hope,

Vestige of sandstorm dust?

Or a real tether rope

That I can truly trust?