Should the glass embedded in my heart
From harshness
And violence denied -
Or told the blame was mine -
Of dreams turned nightmares
Where, left for dead,
I could not undo the ropes that held me
To his bed -
These ropes that tentacle
From every person since
Could this glass serve
As admission price
To see someday through your eyes:
To stir me to affirm
And deep within me,
Compassion turn -