My place

The world is unruly, unjust and unbearably tortuous

to all that journey in search of their place.

Their place in the world.

Have you found yours?

No?

Frankly, me neither.

I get tossed and torn between people and places

coming to the end of a journey,

is there even a place where I can be?

I can be, but can I be me?

DON'T BE: DO

a constant reminder weighing it’s heavy toll upon my shoulders.

Don't be; do. Said once said twice and more times again.

My teachers demanded my action and not my intention.

For if my action were to fail, harm or mislead,

well the intention served no purpose at all.

And no one likes excuses.

So what is my place,

… no excuses?

Gracefully I would like to take my place upon the head of the table.

Greet you all with warmth.

Gift you with food and entertainment.

But, that's not my place in the world.

As much as I want life to be a simple dinner with loved ones,

it's not.

My place as a human, as a daughter, a friend, a lover;

It’s not to be those things, it's rather to do all the things

to make me worthy of those titles.

My place is determined by my actions.

So my place is inconstant,

but hopefully I can continue to make it a colorful one,

even after pride.