Emily and Me

Solitude and Silence,

Behind lock and key,

Together we find harmony

Emily and Me.

We've never met, and never will,

Born centuries apart;

She's long since lived and died you see,

But we're the same at Heart.

I feel her pain,

Her sadness, and longing,

Just wanting to be free.

This pain and fear

Of the World beyond, we share

Emily and Me.

Freedom comes at such a price,

A Toll she paid in words;

This Toll is one I try to pay,

but mine are oft unheard.

We both find Comfort in a book,

'Twixt sheets and lines of ink.

This Frigate takes us both away,

And ne'er has yet to sink.

I think of Poor Emily sometimes,

In her Ivory Prison;

Bound in chains of her own making.

Did she ever want to leave,

Or did the very thought, like me,

Leave her often quaking?

Friends and Family she had,

They loved her well, you see.

This, I fear, is our one contrast,

Emily and Me.

They understood her peculiar ways,

And did their best to see

How they could help, and love and cherish

Their Dear, Sweet Emily.

I am left here all alone,

I hear no words of Love

Nor Laughter, sweet to break my Chains;

I shall stay here in my Prison,

With my Tools of Comfort,

'Til nothing else remains.