Like I Was Never Touched

This has the ring of authentic recovery.

It teaches the pathway to those who want to respect the reality others face.

So much work went into even understanding how to say these things.

Humbling to read. ☆☆☆☆☆

Thanks RT. I always get extremely anxious about posting certain things and then I immediately want to take it down so I really appreciate your comment so much. Sometimes the things we have been through create a powerful addiction and we spend our life paying for that in different ways. When you are taught that your only value is physical, when you are told you cannot speak. These things become part of you...

Honest, humbling, humility, miraculous
The grandeur of love and second chances ...

BRAVO

VERY BIG

RL AWARD

Thanks PS. Yes, love and second chances. If anything can give you a second chance it's love. Sometimes when you feel so lost perhaps someone can enter your life who makes you feel found even when that feels impossible. I am really happy that you felt all those things to describe it. I really appreciate you sharing your thoughts with me.

OMG! So amazingly filled with passion, honesty, and creation of visions and "what ifs." You are the perfect virgin...forever. Hugs and love, O

Thanks Oral. Always tons of passion, you know that. :) And honesty too. I like creating visions and I hope they were all very passionate and happy ones. "You are the perfect virgin" Damnit, you are trying to make me tear up. Many hugs and love back at you.

This is just beautiful! Honest and heartfelt, pure from the heart and full of ranges of emotions. Love it! Thank you for sharing this write!

Aww, you sure know how to make a girl smile. 😊 I guess we both have a thing for speaking from the heart, huh? Thank you for seeing it, for feeling it. Careful though… keep being this sweet, and I might get used to it. And I would like that.

This felt personal. Made me cry and well, sneer. I know about ghosts of the past, haunting a childhood destroyed. Bless you for the courage and strength to muster words I have never been able to, or numerous counselors heal throughout my years of night terrors.  

I can't really separate my writing from myself, it is always personal. But anyway, I am not so courageous in that regard, I cannot even begin to share some things but occasionally I let things slip through but it might hurt more than help in regards to me. I get very anxious about even a little glimpse. I am so sorry to hear you can identify with some of this and I am so glad you had counselors to help you.

This is excellent.  Thank you for sharing.  We have to be able to forgive our younger selves, especially for the things done to us.  

Well, aren’t you wise and wonderful? :) You’re so right - learning to forgive ourselves is a journey, but comments like yours make it feel a little lighter. Sometimes we blame ourselves for things that were done to us and it's very hard to change that. Thank you for seeing me and for sharing your thoughts.

Confession of the soul is what wipes away your tears, to wash away those hidden fears of behavior that we can't seem, to make just disappear, yet those feelings will never be erase from your memories, of days gone by yet sometimes we have to realize that it's not a fix only, for a little while for sure when is your time to be able to have a love, that is real evidence of the truth of the love that you want and need to give you, the kind of realness that you want and need to grow into that precious flower, 🌷 that blooms like a RED ROSES IN BLOOM 🌹📿🪷🌹🪬 SHAMAN 🪬

Your words cut through the layers of hurt, revealing truths I’ve tried to bury. You speak of the scars we carry - the ones left by abuse, the ones that never truly fade, no matter how much we wish they would. But there’s a raw honesty in what you say, a reminder that healing isn’t a clean, quick process. It’s like those red roses in bloom, growing despite the darkness that tried to choke them out. The pain and the beauty coexist, don’t they? Maybe that’s where the real strength lies - in learning to bloom even when the world has tried to crush us. Thanks for sharing your wisdom with me Stoney.

They say that hurts can't be forgotten about nor ignore, for sure it will affect us in so many ways. For sure we can never bury the truth of the situation, that we are facing because the scars that run deeper than deep. Due to the abuse whether mentally or physically or emotionally, it's still considered abusive behavior as it is what it is abuse. For sure healing is a process that will take time to heal, through the nonsense that left you in ways, that we start to feel broken like a crystal piece of glass that's has been discarded. For it becomes something that we can't express, the very importance of the deepness of the trauma. BUT yet it's here and now that you have to learn, to take control over your life again, and use the hurt and pain as your strength and courage and perseverance with your determination to continue to grow with maturity and growth. For sure there is someone for everyone, who has a strong commitment and consistency and real communications. Skills to articulate what they want and need not what they need and don't want,  keep believing in thyself and your strength of your faith YOU GOT THIS 💪👍💯👊🪬 SHAMAN 🪬

Your words carry such deep truth, and I feel every part of them. The scars - whether seen or unseen - have a way of shaping us, making it impossible to ignore what we’ve endured. And yet, as you said, healing is a process, one that demands patience, strength, and the will to reclaim what was taken. Some days, that strength feels distant, like shattered glass too broken to piece back together… but maybe even broken things can reflect light.

Thank you for your wisdom, for reminding me that the pain isn’t just something to survive but something to transform. I’ll keep believing, even when it’s hard.

Remember that it's not over when you lose it's over when you QUITE stop living your best life ❤️💯👊👍💪🙏📿🪷

Before you there was no one, there was nothing. We met in singularity, how could you have a pasted? We were all wounded spirits chained to torrential space winds each one of us seeking a heart shaped docking station. Love the creativity and showing versatility by flipping wit something else. Tight  

Your words are like a mirror to the depths I try to hide. The idea of meeting in singularity… it feels like a truth I can’t escape - two lost souls, born from pain, searching for something that could heal the broken parts. We’re all wounded, aren’t we? Chained by what’s been done to us, floating through storms we can’t control. But there’s something eerie in your words, too - this need to find a heart-shaped docking station, a place to land, a place to belong, when so much of us is still fractured and adrift. Your words have me caught in a space between what’s been and what could be.

Beautifully wrought piece conveying the healing power of love. You're a very talented writer, my friend 🌼

Thank you, your words mean more than you know. :) Love is such a tricky thing, isn’t it? It’s supposed to heal, but sometimes it feels like it only opens up deeper wounds. I guess that’s the messy beauty of it. I have spent a lot of time protecting myself from 'love' I suppose. Maybe we’re all just trying to figure out how to let it in without falling apart. Keep watching closely, though… there might be more pieces of me hidden in the next lines.

I'm no expert on love, but I've found that love must be learned and earned. Your poem captures the idea one who has done so can bless both lovers - while quietly allowing that their union of love and trust didn't happen overnight. It was learned and earned.

I'll be watching kristina. 🌼

Considering your writing and all, you seem like someone who a poem like this would be written for AJ. ;) So be careful not to break hearts. :p

I've written on love and hearts, but when I've tried to express my inner most heart of hearts it always seemed to miss its mark...in writing and in life. But I still believe in love's dream 🌼

I can’t help but disagree with you. It seems to me like you’ve captured something real in every word, even if it feels like it’s not hitting the mark. Maybe it’s not about perfection, but about the raw honesty someone pours into the writing. Those moments when it feels like the words slip away or fall short - those are the moments that truly speak. I think you’re more in tune with love’s dream than you realize. Even when it feels like you’ve missed, you’ve actually touched something deeper than words can fully capture. So there... :)

Thank you, sweet friend. Thank you very much. 🌼❤

Great piece gorgeous
Loved it honest and open
Happy Valentines
Love and light
Ron xx

Thanks so much, Ron! Your words really brighten my day. :) We put so much of ourselves in our words and sometimes they are hard to share but maybe it's the only outlet, maybe it helps somehow. Sending you much love and light right back - hope today brings you something good, no matter what’s going on.

Dear K,

The subject matter is so delicate yet you guide the reader through these hard emotions into the light. For me, the idea of hope and self love develops so touchingly throughout the piece. There was such a fragile growth of childlike awareness of being seen and worthy, rather like a musical crescendo. I was swept up from start to finish.  Amazing write as per! H🌷

Your words mean more to me than I can express. To have you see not just the darkness, but the fragile hope woven through it - it makes me believe, even for a moment, that light and love are possible after everything. That crescendo you speak of… I’ve felt it inside me, hesitant and trembling, afraid to rise too high in case it all comes crashing down. But maybe that’s the beauty of it - allowing myself to feel, to search and grow, even in uncertainty.

If my words could reach you the way yours reach me, then maybe I’m doing something right. Thank you, truly, for your kindness and for always making me want to be better.

This is a doctrine from one heart to another.
To be touched from another soul who can see past your prior experiences without judgment is truly phenomenal...
People connect for all kinds of reasons.
Sometimes the magic is in the listening.

On top of this poem is your amazing capacity to reach readers of your work.
From a personal standpoint from someone who has read you often, you touched me in a way I've never experienced.

Highest Praise Kx

Your words feel like a touch in the places that often go unseen. There’s something powerful about being understood beyond the past, beyond judgment - it’s rare, and maybe that’s where the real magic is. The way we connect, through words, through what lingers between the lines, is something I’ll never take for granted. And knowing my writing reached you in a way you’ve never felt before? That means more than I can say. Thank you for reading, for feeling - there’s always more to discover.

It has taken me a moment to get my thoughts together and get my emotions under control. I agree with everyone that you are very talented. The way you softened the dark with the light. What he has done for you is a true gift. There are good people in the world you found one.

Thanks Fia. Your words mean more than I can say. The balance between darkness and light is something I’m trying to find, and knowing it resonated with you makes me feel a little less alone in it. The world can be heavy, but I want to believe that there’s still real love, still moments of light strong enough to soften the shadows. Thank you for taking the time to sit with my words and feel them - your kindness is a gift in itself.

You have a voice now and the way you deserve to be loved starts with what you are giving yourself now.
This right here:

“I have been seen, but never known.    
Touched, but never held.    
Wanted so intensely, but never loved.”

We need to give that to ourselves, which is so hard to do when we really need that from other people. You deserve the very best from other people, from men, from the world, and I believe you will have that. If anything, by sharing your pain, you just gave a voice to the countless number of women (and men) who feel like they don’t have a voice and that is universal healing.

I keep you in my thoughts, as always Kristina.
You are beautiful with a beautiful soul. And your innocence still deserves a place in this world💕
 

That's incredibly powerful and moving. It's a raw and vulnerable portrayal of trauma and the hope for healing. The contrast between the past and the present is heartbreaking and beautiful.