The Hug
The Hug
He is loving
caring
In love with the idea of hugging
Yet part of him
The scared part
Doesn't allow him to fully give himself
His hugs have the obligatory arms
The move forward
The joyful smile
The enthusiasm
Yet they lack believing
The feeling of deserving
After all there are scars
The names
The looks he's endured
His hugs are a safety check
A cry of please love me
A hint of I'm not sure I can trust you
Trying desperately to find his place in a world
The one he has never felt was or is his world
So he tries to carve a place for himself
One hug at a time
Until he can melt himself into it's arms
Until he believes he has a space
A place that is his
A place unconcerned with the bending of genders
Or wrapped in the cellophane of churchie staring people
He is not some preconceived idea
So he will hug them
Not fully, just a bit
Until they start to hug him back
Until he really feels it
Because he really
Truly is
And always has been
A loving person
A caring person
One who doesn't understand
Why?
why?
Why have so many chosen to hurt him!
I for one will gladly
Happily, lovingly
Reach out and embrace him
Because this wonderful
Gentle
Thoughtful young man
Desperately needs a hug!
Dedicated to Ryan.
This poem came after participating at "The inspired word cafe".
After reading my poems a young man gave me a hug.
As each performer performed he would give them a hug.
I watched both him and the reactions of those being hugged.
The experiece left a mark on my being that needed expression.
Therefore thanks to Ryan this poem came to life.
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