When I was young I walked alone
because words were hard.
Time took me forward and the world thought it knew me-
I did not know how.
Somewhere I found a voice that the world accepted -
so I could walk in time.
But secretly I stayed myself.
by Teri H Hoover-June 22, 2011
Prompted by Small Stones to America by Gonzalo Valdez on June 22, 2011