I’m tired of looking
round and round
in this prescribed place
of acceptability —
I’ve searched every corner
and some of what I want and need
is missing

And though I’ve been told
that my partition
is the one most everyone
wishes they were born in,
I’m not so sure

I’m thinking
I need to get out of here,
even if it means
giving up the stuff I’m told
others would most envy

I have a notion kindness
may be my ticket,
so I will prize it
and seek out every chance
to exercise it

I will build up the core
of my kindness
until it can do
all kinds of acrobatic things
or at least till it reaches
over the divide.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2017