In a world where touch is scarce, I yearn,
For warmth and connection, 0
Wings tucked close, in a self-imposed cage,
For the touch I crave holds both solace and danger,
A delicate dance on a precarious stage.
The hunger for touch, a primal desire,
Yet scars from the past breed caution and doubt,
I long to be held, to feel skin against skin,
But fear's icy grip keeps love locked out.
Oh, the ache of touch staved, a silent plea,
To be seen, to be known, through an embrace,
But the walls I've built stand tall and unyielding,
Protecting my heart from love's painful face.
Yet deep within, a flicker of hope remains,
A whisper of courage, a gentle plea,
To take a chance, to trust once again,
And let love's touch heal the wounds within me.
For touch, though it may bring pain and sorrow,
Also carries the power to heal and mend,
So I'll brave the unknown, step into the embrace,
And find the touch I've longed for in the end.
