I want to be held,
But touch makes my skin crawl.
I want to be held,
But the thought makes me cold.

How can I feel both?
The need and such fear?
That wraps itself around me,
Brings me to tears.

I can see all I want,
So far out of reach.
Like pebbles underneath the sand,
Protected by the beach.

Smooth to the touch,
Almost round in design,
The pebbles on the beach,
The dreams of my mind.

  • Author: DD. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2019 16:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • lovedud

    love this ❤️


    Thanks for sharing DD a challenging PARADOX ! The sense of TOUCH is one of our more important senses. Our touch sensors are in the skin and our Skin is the biggest organ in the Human Body. Our finger tips are very sensitive to touch as our lips and we all have other touch sensitive areas ! Your opening VERSE shares the well known PARADOX ~ I desire to be touched (held) and an aversion ~ we want our own space ! It is partially *self preservation* because if we let someone get too close they could easily overpower & hurt us.
    V's 3 & 4. In SE England we have pebbley beaches and often the best pebbles are in deep water (or under the sand) and always ~ Just out of reach. Just like our ambitions & deams !

    Peace & Joy
    Yours BRIAN !

  • Goldfinch60

    May those dreams always touch your mind.

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