When you hold me the first time
I will not be still
My bones have not learned how to be stiff
And my limbs are accustomed to being on edge
My insides are made of vibrations that do not pause
Even in serenity
Comfort I've learned does not always mean calm
I've been touched by too many unwanted hands
Taken too many times without granted permission
When you hold me the first time
My body will be alert
Even if my soul is still
I will be a whirlwind of movement
And untrusting gestures
Placidity is not written into the lines of my skin
I am lightning bolts
Asking you to be my rain
So when you hold me
The first time
Know that you are holding
A storm.