DrDanLEdmunds
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I see the world in ways unseen by others
And thus I must be altered by martyric mothers.
I feel vibrations within which cause a rift.
My sensitivity overwhelms but is also a gift.
I speak in a language all my own.
I may be isolated but I am not alone.
Those who do not know me say I am strange.
I struggle each day when there comes a change.
I am forced to adopt their thought.
To alter my very being is what is sought.
I straddle this world and that of spirit.
Hoping that others will notice my voice and hear it.
I may have no words or only a few.
But I have much to say if they only knew.
Dan L. Edmunds, Ed.D.
And thus I must be altered by martyric mothers.
I feel vibrations within which cause a rift.
My sensitivity overwhelms but is also a gift.
I speak in a language all my own.
I may be isolated but I am not alone.
Those who do not know me say I am strange.
I struggle each day when there comes a change.
I am forced to adopt their thought.
To alter my very being is what is sought.
I straddle this world and that of spirit.
Hoping that others will notice my voice and hear it.
I may have no words or only a few.
But I have much to say if they only knew.
Dan L. Edmunds, Ed.D.
