The inevitable,
Yet, needed much.
Not as appreciated-
But not ignored.

I had craved to be the girl who,
In a corner read a book,
I though not her, am like her,
But writing instead.

I am content that these times
Have led me to a lottery of words,
As I type each one,
One of my emotions, win.

Alone times are not the best,
But I've never regretted,
For I'd  rather write words that stick
Than have conversations that don't.

But then I guess it is not as inevitable,
For I need it more than I think,
So I therefore will appreciate it
And to keep my soul content -will always have
Maybe just a few,
A few,
Alone times.