"Though often alone and happy..."

Though often alone and happy,

At times, I’m lonely and stressed –

Come sit beside me and wrap me

Into your tenderness.

When my dejection is dormant,

Don’t wait for me to regress.

Protect me before I’m cornered, -

Life is a game of chess.

We all have our sets of issues

And mine are a tangled mess,

At times, I can be capricious -

But pity me nonetheless!

And when the sunset bleeds fuchsia

And beauty is hard to digest,

Pity me for the future –

For losing what I possessed,

For menacing clouds above me,

My poems, and lack of rest,

Pity because you love me

For all that I can’t express…