Distortion

Emotions so surface
that feelings quiver under my skin.
Desire to touch, smell, taste, and speak
becoming passion, dormant before, now active.

Struggling to protect
yet eager to glimpse the future path.
Distance separating what could be
and shielding what cannot.

Striving to allow room to breathe
while contemplating how to cross the void.
Doubts infusing that which appears real,
giving life to distortion within.