Beyond My Fear
The Sage brought me to the Muse,
when I was but sixteen
Her face familiar, her words estranged,
my fate caught in-between
As years went on she whispered
and oft times took the lead
To guide my wishes past my fear
—old wounds there left to bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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