Poetry Monday: The Touch of Another

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.

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