Answer:
I am the state when a person is holding a person inside
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
Fatherless and Motherless, born without sin. Roared when it entered the world, And never spoke again.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
I'll bring out your bulls and slow your roll. I may even come out of your skull.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?