Touch Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

How miserable. You're touch starved and touch repulsed? What are you?


How miserable. You're touch starved and touch repulsed?
A paradox of need and fear, your heart is convulsed.
Craving connection, yet recoiling from a gentle caress,
Your soul in turmoil, seeking solace, yet finding no redress.

What are you, this enigma of conflicting desire?
Longing for warmth, yet burning with an icy fire.
Drawn to the touch you crave, yet flinching from its hold,
A prisoner of your own mind, your story yet untold.

Is it trauma that haunts you, leaving scars upon your skin?
Or a deep-rooted aversion, a battle you cannot win?
Whatever the reason, your struggle is real and profound,
Leaving you adrift, your true self yet to be found.

How miserable, this dance of need and repulsion,
A torment of the senses, a mental dissolution.
Yet in your pain, there lies a glimmer of hope, a chance to heal,
If only you can find the courage to let your heart reveal.

For in embracing both your needs and your fears,
You may find the path to mend the rift, to conquer your tears.
To be touch starved and touch repulsed need not be your fate,
If you can learn to navigate this complex, emotional state.