To Seem Detached From Stress

I admit to feeling honored. And also repeatedly blessed. To have someone like you, Make comments... About those confessions I profess, And express with an openness... To seem detached from stress. I am not always as secure, As I seem when attempting to impress. I just feel what I say comes from an honesty. And being true to myself, Sometimes has created my own loneliness... That has left me with moments of distressed. I admit to feeling honored. And also repeatedly blessed. To have someone like you, Make comments... About those confessions I profess, That expresses an openness... To seem detached from stress. But I am not that different, From those wishing more... And not less, Of those moments I regret... To have a happiness, That will leave me to be... Feeling free to be at my best. Without experiencing an aloneness, Through what is felt at times... An unwinding road confined, To a wilderness... That sits inside, Of an inquisitive mind. Traveling as it does without any sign of rest.