It is hurting less often now

The emptiness I have without touch

The pain of not having softness

To love and hold

And speak to me quietly

But the ache has not left me

And I don’t believe I want it to

It will always be with me

A scar I kept frozen on my side

Hidden in my jeans

From all their pecking and criticism

But it is that same line of blood

That I love

And keep close to my chest

On days when I become cold

And feeling in my heart

Slowly freezes and disappears