I was thinking about what the words abstract and transcend really mean, and how that applies to ourselves. I thought about those who may be held by a loved one and still feel alone, and why that may be. I think, for me, it's because no matter how close we are, our minds can never touch - we can never be closer than our skin allows, and this poem was born from these musings.
Transcend
04.03.2021
I am an abstract
My body is not me
But a vessel for my mind
To which I must be kind
Or I cease to be
I wonder how far I can reach
Transcending the physical
It seems I'm stuck in my skin
It's a fight I can't win
For I am intrinsical
Does this mean we're alone?
Can we ever truly touch?
Once we find
It's really the mind
To which our lover's clutch