Cherished Aspect

Being strapped to a life that squeezes the inner life from me unless I'm careful not to let it happen. Stress and turmoil have a way of disturbing my essence, esp- ecially when directed straight at me through my husband's dementia. Taking away peace and solitude that I try preciously to keep hidden deeply within, a cherished aspect of my passion that I protect. Giving energy needed to expend all of intellect in writing poetry constantly and incessantly, loving to be in a bluened atmosphere where not even he can get to me. A beautiful and enticing part of my being, continually keep- ing me going through it all over and over again, trying to regain the life I've always had.