I couldn't stand to be
Touched
For the first few months
Unexpected hugs
Made me cringe and
Die a little on the inside
Loveless hands
Left a mark on my soul
Ugly words
A path so dark
In the deep recesses
Of my mind
Always looking for the
Ulterior motive
Instead of the
Kind gesture intended
I learned early on to
Push back
So I pushed
Pushed people away
Only a scant few
Knew
Arms that never tired
In their loving force
Wrapping me in
Gathering me close
Speaking to me in a
New language of love
Until it no longer sounded
Or felt
Foreign.
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