Here I am
Ready to gouge out my eye
Or cut off my hand.
A mindless sheep
with nowhere to run but Home.

Show me the child who understood!
The one who loved
even the dust on her feet.
Show me the open arms
that don't turn to chains.

Show me the child whose eyes could see!
Who walked with angels
Whose 99 brothers and sisters
slept serenely at Master's feet.

Take away this dead bird
from around my neck
and make me that child again.