I come out on pages
Bleed from many different colored pens
Older but not old
Happier but not happy
In love and always loving him
Share,care,and deliver
It is more than Ok to be
You don't have to like it or me
Kindness and gratitude are my friends
I am a writer
Finally,I said it and believe it

Rushing steps halt cold,
Crimson glare demands patience—
Time drips through still air.

.....but I can't change
    for your sake-
    that would be
    a great moral mistake

    but ready I am--as always
   to walk by your side
   to listen, to empathise
   in faithfulness abide