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 ❤️💯👊👍💪🙏📿🪷

Yes, that's so true. I can't say I am living my best life but I haven't stopped fighting despite the things I lost and who knows maybe you can find them again.

Anything and everything is possible for if you can see it and feel it, for it can happen again but yet the only difference now that you accept the truth that sometimes things do change for the betterment of life 🙏 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬

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💕
 

You see something in me that I’ve never known how to see in myself - something still worthy, still capable of love, even after everything. That alone feels impossible.

Because the truth is, darkness has been my closest companion for as long as I can remember. It shaped me before I even knew who I was. I have lived in hands that never held me, in eyes that only saw what they could take. I have been broken open so many times that I stopped believing I could be whole.

And yet… you remind me that maybe I still belong to something more than just the damage. That maybe I still deserve to exist in love, in a world that doesn’t only hurt.

Thank you for holding space for me, for believing in something good where I have only seen ghosts. I don’t know if I can give myself what I need yet, but your words make me want to try. And that means everything.

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.

Hey Mr, Black, thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts and I appreciate that you felt it powerful and moving. It is raw and vulnerable, and that can be extremely difficult to share. I would rather share my passions... But anyway, the past is always part of us and so often largely defines the present. I seek out the things that started as horrors when I was very young. Now I can't live without. It's ironic isn't it.

This is as gripping as it is moving.
You weave an intense feeling throughout.
It is motivational.There is a refusal to let the darkness win.
Sincere Regards
james

Thanks James. I am glad you could feel the intensity and found it gripping and moving but especially motivational. I feel like the darkness has already won but perhaps I can live there and still feel the things that exist in the light. Perhaps I am not completely lost after all... I really appreciate your thoughts so much.

You got quite a masterpiece here K. For all intents and purposes, you brought on a range of feelings and emotions when it comes to the subject. It's an amazing piece.
Best of luck in the comp.

Hey Wally, you always know what to say don't you? ;) I love that you feel it's a masterpiece. That you could feel my feelings and emotions... Thank you so much for always being there Wally. I still don't forget that you were the first person to ever comment on me. I had not planned to post just to read and when I did that encouragement really helped me.

To be someone's salvation should be everyone's goal. Just saying...

Awesome write

Hi Tim, oh yes, that would be wonderful wouldn't it. I love to be someone's salvation, someone's everything... To be submissive, and bratty too. ;) Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. I love that! And that you connected with my writing.

👏 👏 👏 absolutely marvelous Kristina!! You write with such passion and emotions you bring your musing to life to touch your readers in so many ways to feel your pain your joy and all your experiences light or dark on which ever road you embark!!

Great 👍 👌 work please 🙏 keep on writing ✍ ok queen peace ✌ and blessings 🙏 always 💖 shalom

Hey REMARKABLE! You know I always write from the heart and soul and I am really glad that you can feel it. I love to touch and be touched by the reader with my experiences. I have experienced a lot in this life despite my age. I do like to write about love although passion is something I know a lot more about. I suppose I am kind of afraid of love but that's a long story. You always make me smile! And I love that...

Really love the thought of that Really might be happening to me in real life made it real to n e

Hi daddysplayground, I love to hear that it might be happening to you in real life so you could identify with the feelings. :) That's awesome. Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts with me. And welcome to DUP, it's great to meet you.

Emotions are meant to weep and flow until the shadows disappear.

That’s such a beautiful way to put it. Maybe that’s what love is sometimes - allowing the emotions spill over, letting them ache and breathe until the weight of them fades. And although some shadows never disappear, maybe love makes them softer, easier to carry. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me Adagio.

Brilliantly penned, Kristina. Into the list it belongs. Amazing write, best of luck in the competition. Appreciate you.

Damian  

Damian, you have a way with words. Truly, it means a lot that you took the time to read and appreciate my piece. And thank you so much for adding me to your RL and wishing me luck. I normally don't enter competitions but I decided to anyway since it prompted me to write. Appreciate you right back! And I definitely don't see "DeadLove" ;)

Hello Kristina. 1st let me say happy 300th poem. Congratulations. Second let me say best of luck in the competition. Last, I wanted to say that this is some marvelous writing. You've always captured the emotion, whatever that feeling is. Brilliant. This piece draws me in. Gentle but damaging. Love with sorrow. Magnificent!  

Wow, what a message to celebrate my 300th with! :) Thank you for the kind words and for seeing the heart behind my writing. I always write from the heart and soul, you can relive the emotions in writing. ‘Gentle but damaging’ - I like the way you put that. Your support means more than you know. I love to draw you in with me, so you feel it too. ;) But I might not let go. :p

This poem is beautifully written and emotionally resonant. The last line, "And yet—you," has me thinking.  It creates such a powerful sense of anticipation.  Would you be willing to share a little more about the inspiration behind that ending?

Thank you so much! I love that the last lines got you thinking - there is a lot wrapped up in this. A lot of emotion went into writing this. As for the inspiration… let’s just say it’s about discovering something that feels brand new, and deeply unfamiliar. That intoxicating mix of innocence and knowing, anticipation and excitement. But I have a feeling you might already understand. :)

I can feel your journey Kristina
Work is noble
Listen to your heart
Gaze upon the stars ⭐️

Thank you for your beautiful words. My journey has been heavy, but I’m trying to learn to listen to my heart again - to trust that there is more than just what people want and take from you. I love gazing upon the stars... Especially in the mountains...

Hey there Enigma, I really appreciate you stopping by to share your feelings with me and I love that you felt it was amazing. The history around that is a very complicated one and although I say history the impact of it all continues into the present and future as well. But anyway, you will find a fair amount of writing that reflects on that at a high level. But the ones about sex and passion are more fun. :) You did make me think of one in regards to the doll reference, if you want I can send it to you.

Listen up Scooby, time for class.
  When two people meet, they have no history together. So in a way, their relationship has a virginal start. As they progress, and decide what and how much to share, that shapes the foundation from which they'll progress. Mystery is enticing, so let it work for you.  
   Any one who ever asks you for a "body count" is insecure. It doesn't matter. What matters is what two people can share in the here and now. A man wants to be with YOU. There's no conditions. We're not just bodies. And obviously the way you write tells the world that you are so much more than a vessel. You're spiritual. A true man seeks that, at any cost.  
   Sex is great, obviously. But we aren't dogs. In the middle of the night, when you're trying to keep your old demons in your head at bay, you need someone who will hold you close.  
That's our human side.  Our total inside and out is what makes us beautiful. And he will see your worth.

Scooby... haha, that always makes me smile. Yes I suppose they have no history together. There are things I don't share for sure. And I run into jealousy issues so often. :( definitely not just bodies. I really like how you said the way I write tells the world not just a vessel. I know this reply is inadequate so I may come back to this but I just wanted to give an answer since it's been a while. Traveling has been hectic... crazy trip....