I don't need anyone to heal me
Not with their professed love
Or with their flimsy attraction
I suffice 
In myself

Distant yet content
Bold yet reserved in my being
Why I write what I write 
Why I project myself in artistic form
People assume she's seeking...
They line up for easy sex
While I am rooted to something deep within myself 
Somewhere where none can reach

The trajectories of life have not only enriched my being
But transformed me into someone I was meant to be. 
©LR