Muddy tree-branch arms,
Locked from the dangers of any harm.
Stuck in the same place roots have me weighted,
Longing to hold someone rather than feel hated.
Cactus arms reaching out,
Makes the weary passerbys hide in doubt.
Could I be filled with love,
If I will hurt with every hug?
Trapped in a conundrum a catch-22,
Unfortunate if you don’t, tragic if you do.
Is it worth the risk to peek inside…
To ache to discover all that I hide?