Don'T Touch Me.
More fragile than oldest antique,
dirtier than history itself,
angrier than stormiest night;
more delicate than frost in the hand,
I'm frightened, used, bruised, abused and
b
r
o
k
e
n.
Don't touch me.
I need you
but gently, be with me,
help build me and trust me.
Don't push me,
or use me,
nor scare me.
Share with me, teach me, just
s
l
o
w
l
y
until I'm ready....
Don't touch me.
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2008
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