Beyond My Fear Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

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)

Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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