by Phedre

We touch with words, or feelings, souls stretched to encompass those around us.

Reaching from within, to strike against the walls of hearts.

Strange how joy is found in the protected places where we fear the touch of any being.

Seeking to find the lights that bind us together in joy, and suffering.

Yet desiring protection from raging fears, that with a touch we will crumble in agony.

Fear no longer walls the heart, for through feeling words they crumble,
and we rise from cocoons of fear, to fly on the glorious wings of love,
lifted from the bonds of fear once cemented with sorrow.