Portrait Poem

I am versatile and caring.
I wonder when anxiety and cycling will cease holding hands.
I hear pops and clicks of plastic bones.
I see hopes and dreams forever intact.
I want my love to remain constant.
I am versatile and caring.

I pretend to fly when cruising down steep hills.
I feel tackled by optimism.
I touch soft whiskers of truths.
I worry that simplicity will forever escape me.
I cry because I miss someone dearly.
I am versatile and caring.

I understand individual differences.
I say that we can accommodate them all.
I dream a hairy and scary mixology of memories.
I try something new whenever possible.
I hope that knowledge will never constrain.
I am versatile and caring.