2 November 2013
Why can’t I fear spiders or snakes,
So others can sympathize without mistake?
Three little things that I once loved…
A handshake, a touch and a bear hug
Have become my darkest fear,
When loving people come too near.
Is ‘Hug me’ written on my head?
I wish it was ‘please wave’ instead.
I’d like a signal in the sky,
My secluded self to justify.
It’s me who cringes with the pain…
Like I’ve been hit by a moving train.
On a good day my signal won’t shine.
It’s ‘then’ I won’t bop you… and hugging is fine.