'Untouched' Poem by Linda Winchell

I see your hiding in the corners,
Of only the depths in which you take us.
With words power filled at best.
Seen perched upon your cliff on high,
Like an eagle guarded nest.

Showing only what you want to share,
Maybe hiding from view what's really there.
The pain and struggle,
you've suffered much.
Not feeling human,
of loves human touch.

Come out, come out, come out to play,
For tomorrow, is a brand new day.
I'll be there waiting, can't you see?
That's who I am, that untouched part of thee.

***From someone who has suffered much.