You are not, will
not, do not what you dream.
One accepts that one cannot be pure.
Moreover, there are sins you should redeem.
Kindness, however, makes you feel secure.
In you there is a longing to be known,
Peered right through, as sun lights up a room,
Perhaps just as you promise to atone,
Understood and loved while your doom
Remains clay, not yet hardened into stone.