Solitude

Solitude
By Tatiana Pahlen

Some days I crave being left alone
to harvest tranquil thoughts,
escaping scoops of mail and calls,
due to my restless notes,
that have been stored away for years,
once true, or ripened false;
imagine, soon you'll be aware, I shall unveil my soul.
Despite the signs how much I bare
these unembellished words,
seek no adornments or fancy layers
beneath humble coats;
what happens, if one has lost the faith
and stuck with its remains?
In my seclusion I'm safe
under your watchful care.