Feelings Sacred
I don’t write for you,
I write for me
To dream each dream,
in darkness freed
All gifts unwrapped,
my table set
My voice as spoken,
no regrets
I don’t speak for you,
I speak for me
The trails I’ve bloodied,
scars decree
Each moment purchased,
verses loaned
My feelings sacred
—words my own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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