It’s Tricky By Fiona GOODWIN

It’s tricky
Aspiring to be of service,
How do you know?
How do you really know
Where your heart is
And who is driving the bus?
How can we, you, trust
The one
Who so badly
Wanted to be the first
To cross the finish line
Who craved a smile, a touch, a kind word
Who grew her
Carefully crafted charm
In the vacuum of her childhood.
What would she not do?
What lie would she not tell
To rebalance the imbalance of deprivation
She’s a hard one to spot in a lineup
For the moment she’s just a suspect
Surrendered to the authorities,
Rehabilitation is a real th