Finger Cuts

They pull my hair. They tug at my clothes. They poke and nudge and push. And on my boat I rock and I roll; My body melts to mush. I'm nothing. I'm gone, And I disappear so they cannot see The tears And the bruises-- All the pain this is causing me. My heart turns to glass And falls to the floor, Shattering to its end. I try to pick up the pieces, But they slice through my fingers. My heart I cannot mend. I am older now. Those days are behind me. I have a family now. I met a man with gloves To pick up the shards And wipe blood and sweat from my brow. But when I think all is gone And I am at peace With my lovely family, My daughter comes home. Tear stains on her cheeks And cuts on her fingers I see.