Something For Emily
I understand the isolation,
what others call being alone
I understand the silent moments,
the inner freedom to roam
I understand the derision,
and the label of being called strange
With each new dawn I most understand
—the joy in not being the same
(Train To Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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