sharp edges cutting, bruising,
to feel the path of the less fortunate.
She went without food,
stomach growling, body weak,
to know how it felt to be hungry.
She slept on a street corner,
traffic her lullaby, the pavement her pillow,
to know the fear of being homeless.
She did all this and told no one.
It was not for others, but for her,
that she might learn compassion.
©Susie Clevenger 2011