To be Held
No matter who I am,
or what I think I am,
how strong, how weak,
I need to be held.
Sometimes just that brief warm hug will
giving me that human touch from you
to know I am not alone.
Other times I need to be held in understanding,
just safe in your arms,
where I can hide away from the world;
the cares of the day put aside.
But most deeply I need to be held
in true, deep, total spiritual love.
Held in the love shared all the way to
holding the heart in peace.
This is the holding I seek so desperately,
because without it I am nothing.
It is not enough just to be held,
an empty heart can only supply empty
whose flesh is warm but only leaving
the soul, cold and drained.
For I know deep inside what is real and
what is not;
a fantasy mind created to hide the loneliness,
and hide the truth so the pain might
Even the pleasures of sex grow quickly
when the arms have not love.
My spirit weeps bitterly in its anguish,
forced to submit to a false touch,
And all the flowery professed words of
cannot hide the truth of a lie.
To be held in such a falseness of love
is worse than not to be held at all.
Love by only one can never make two whole,
It's like trying to clap with one hand.
The holding becomes a sadness,
something endured instead of a thing
And inside, the desire grows for your
that can end the growing longing;
Your arms whose soul,whose spirit,
whose wonderness of love matches my own.
Ahhh...to find your arms....
to feel them wrap around me...
to know shared love;
To know I am not only safe, but understood,
and loved fully for who I am.
Not a possession to be owned,
a body to be used,
an obligation to dead vows.
But held so close I become now,
forever, two souls merged into love as
Each holding the other with the same
the same total pure love for all time.
I know the longing is at an end
and I am to be held as I would hold.
My heart sings in joy,
my soul is at peace and angels' wings
Because YOU are holding ME in spirit,
and in understanding.
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