Circumstance

Among the people with whom I belong
I sense a different sense of who I am
Not that my normal life is somehow wrong
But something else is right. I do not slam
My brakes on here (not that I do at home)
As much as I in other publics would;
I do not skim the top of my heartfoam
But drain it all, and let it all be good.
Do not believe that I am not myself
When I'm alone; simply believe that I
Put certain thoughts and feelings on the shelf
To only now be seized from where they lie
And felt and thought in public. Now and here
Is good for me, and I feel strong and clear.