Poem 318

Afraid To Touch

When I was young
Learning about puberty
I was curious
And oh, so afraid.
I always loved deeply
But was oh, so alone.
Fascinated by my body
But afraid to touch.
Afraid to grow.
Afraid to explore.
When I was a teen
Became a point of pride
That I had not succumbed
To my baser nature.
But pride was a mask
Mask of fear and shame.
It wasn’t until
I left my parents’ house
That I finally let go
And touched.
O holy delight!
Never had I thought
Such delight could be mine.
No longer would I be
Afraid to touch.

Published by Devin Hogg

My name is Devin Hogg. I was born and raised in Carnarvon, Ontario, Canada. I moved to Guelph, Ontario, Canada in 2009 for university and lived here ever since. In my free time, I enjoy reading, watching TV and movies, going on long walks, swimming, and practicing Chen style Tai Chi. I love to write poetry and blog regularly about topics such as mental health, sci-fi/fantasy series, faith, sexuality, and politics.

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