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I Will Miss Touch
by Alison McKenzieMoving softly forward
Not sure of what I want,
Who I want,
If I will ever choose
To want another again.
I look forward to my freedom
Riding the whims of my mind,
Embracing my unknown
With this ferocious thirst -
The ashrams calling me,
The road with its allure,
The trails and paths
Beckoning,
The siren of discovery.
I want to taste the void,
Suffer the healthy deprivation
Of material comforts,
Even flesh to flesh.
I will miss touch,
But not as much as
I've missed him already.
Being starved of
The future I once thought
We shared.
Moving gently forward,
Taking ginger steps, alone,
Careful not to lose my balance,
Careful not to lose my heart.
06/23/2009 Posted on 06/24/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Panther on 06/24/09 at 05:49 PM I love the gentle power in this piece, lovely! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/26/09 at 05:44 PM Thanks for sharing this stirring journey of the heart. The poem speaks powerfully of the ambivalence in broken relationships and the ability to arise from the ashes to create. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 07/10/09 at 08:41 PM I'm struck by the positivity of your resolve through it all in these words...it's a great and unique perspective to behold... |
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