Poetry Basket 1: A Stranger's Touch

It was a dark and cold night
You ache for some warmth to get you through
Time seem to stand still, immobile
The morning uncertain, obscure.
It was yet one of those nights
When you seem to be lost in a space that's cruel
You are vulnerable, you gave in
To the snares of a yesterday you are running from.
You gave in, you let a stranger touch you
A touch you know is warm but feels so intensely cold
You are like the moth that got burned when it inched closer to the lamp
The fire has consumed you but you still feel empty inside.
It was a reunion of souls bound to nowhere
You know you have to let go
You know you can't continue being sucked by the abyss
But a strangers touch can be just as inviting
As well as it is deceiving, isolating even crippling
You are moving around in circles
You can't seem to let go of the guilt.
You search for answers, you question yourself
Be silent, be still, listen to what your heart says
This time you owe your flesh forgiveness
For I have already forgiven you
Long before the stranger's touch has burned you.