You Touch Me And I’m Weak

I’m a kid out of school.

A fire out of control.

Just another fool.

This is my home.

I don’t want to leave.

I belong here.

A place for me.

I’ve wandered too long. This is my home, my family.

Pardon me if I should stare and tremble like a child.

I’m just what you make me.

Pardon me for quoting Anne Murray.

It’s been a long walkabout.

I’m a little weak, a feather in the wind.

But I’ve come home. I really want to do this. It’s divine truth. It’s my life. Sure, I fumble and fall, run into the wall, can’t get out of my own way…

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see My work has been noted in the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (
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