Something For Emily Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

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)

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