The snuggle struggle

We’ve all been there before,
in the eternal dance
of lovers and couples
who don’t leave things to chance.

One chases, one flees,
then for a moment they stop,
really see each other
and the stories they drop.

In that candid moment,
so precious, so raw,
the icebergs between then
crumble and thaw.

In that moment of ceasefire
there are no rights and no wrongs,
just one who craves silence
and one who wants to belong.

What consoles the chaser
is a warm touch or snuggle,
while for the fleer that feels
like a chore or a struggle.

The fleer keeps others
at arm’s length, at best,
because safety and space
is what their soul needs to rest.

Can this unlikely duo
(dare we dream) thrive?
I give a wholehearted YES,
as long as love is alive.

What reshapes this chase
into a consensual stroll
is doing work on ourselves,
more precisely – our trolls.

With awareness, acceptance
and the freedom to choose,
change can reshift our lives –
we really have nothing to lose.

By walking out of old shells
and growing new wings,
fear doesn’t run our relations
or pull the damn strings.

I don’t know about you,
but I want to see
how it feels to love
with a chest open and free.

Life is so damn fleeting,
so short it blows my mind.
There is no way I won’t try
to make it exceptionally kind.

Can we leave fear at the door, please?
Leave your bags and come in.
I promise to keep this a safe space
in which we’re heard and we’re seen.

Come on in.