It’s a strange desire
Not often mentioned
It’s not a sensation
That first comes to mind
To be held by someone
Just held – nothing more
It’s the one thing I want
Most out of this world
But I fear being touched
And vulnerable
I don’t trust anyone
I don’t trust myself
It’s been several years
Without being close
To another person –
To another soul –
I’ve forgotten how
To connect with others
To let them inside
I fear placing my faith
With the wrong person
I don’t fear commitment –
I don’t fear growing close –
I fear working hard
Developing something
To be abandoned
I’d rather be alone
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 