The title makes this sound
Strangely personal.
However,
This is no different from what I usually post
However,
The dream of connection is too inticing for logic.

Personally,
As a poet
And the poet,
This is strangely futile.
If you reach far enough, you'll get there-
But what if my bones are too brittle?
I will reach down
And when I stretch
They will crack 
And the dust will cake around my legs
And cover my heart,
An amputee.

Creative to light
Cover me to the dark.
And let me be.

Reach inside me, then
For this is personal,
Is it not?