I was too comfortable
as a half person,
willingly framing my merit
in contrast to someone else’s lack,
loving the feeling of being right,
of being in the club
of those who know

Even though, most often,
I found myself left out,
locked on the shadow side
not understanding why,
not seeing how that shadow
was of my own creating,
a function of dividing things in half

Forgive, forgive, forgive me
for the pain I caused my children
(for my own pain. I can effortlessly laugh)
Forgive, forgive –
and I will do the same
in every place I see to,
in every place I can.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2020