Broken Free Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Broken Free



I'm not asking for approval,
that belongs to time
The spoken words I cherish most,
to you seem out of rhyme
I'm not asking for acceptance,
my muse rejects your praise
In darker moments light is found
—your comments weakly phrased

(The New Room: December,2021)

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