Poem: A Touch

Written by empressjournee
Photo Credit: Tim Mossholder

There is a spiritual being,

Who like not to be touched:

Even when the touch is safe,

The silent present becomes enrage,

And closeness does not seem safe:

This person may be in your own race,

That live by rules, discipline,

Or someone has disgrace, violate,

Wounded within, left displaced:

There is a spiritual being, who can help,

Those who has lost their way,

Need help—to rise above the shame,

The low frequency from the darkness,

Of the shadow, a negative way,

That tries to consumed,

The greatness of what could;

Or should have been—beautifully safe:

Through the lens of a balance being,

A magnificent spiritual race.

Empress Journee

About the author


This bio will be short. I am a graduate of Medgar Evers College. Mother of three and grandmother. I love to read and write poetry.

To those who have been a great support in reading my website and those who just came across this poetry this will be the ending of my poetic journey for now. I hope there will be a new chapter in my life that will be a success and inspired people to be far better in their thoughts, words and deeds. I am working on myself and it’s been hard.... yet I am getting there. When I began my poetry, I felt so deeply inspired. Now when I write I just write (feeling burned out of all that has occurred and is occurring) and I am feeling as if my poetry isn’t moving in the manner that I feel it should because I have not place myself in a position to be active reading my poetry at live venues for my own personal reason. I wanted to thank those who took the time to read my poetry especially my love ones. Thank you for being on the journey with me. Peace and blessings.

Empress Journee