Touch: The Journal of Healing

 

Touch

    by Jeanie McLeod


Touch me

I’m wounded

wound tight around my pain.

The thread that would lead me back

is tangled.


Do not cower

because you see

the gash in my being

where my soul rushed out.


Touch me

that your touch

may begin

my journey

home.






© 2010 Jeanie McLeod






Jeanie McLeod retired from social work and from professional clowning at about the same time.  Today, she lives on the very edge of the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia where she spends as much time as possible outside.  In bad weather she writes.  Her prose and poetry have been published in approximately fifteen journals.  She has won awards for each.  She was also nominated for a Pushcart award.
















































 

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