Still Clinging

We all need to be seen for more than
 skin and bones and
a crooked smile
more than scar tissue
more than the past that continues to cling
wafting like an unwelcoming
need to be seen down to the marrow
the softest bits of us
yearning to be held in hands
that do not tremble
it can be hard to realize
that you too are stardust
wings unfolded
hard to get past the choked throated
apologies that hang like an empty clothes lines
equally menacing in their valuelessness
know that questioning does not always attempt
to manipulate, its just that the answers
reenforce the threading
after bearing walls so thick

all that is delicate is almost touchless
the hard still warm in its familiar