what marks me is pagan

Jesus a passenger in my roller-coaster life

i see him through tainted lens

abused as my abused self

he shows his forgiving face

bares his body crucified

i behold his twitching flesh

acknowledge his suff'ring heart

one day i'll be free

own him with eyes once offered me

scale-less, washed, beached and graced

focused without flash or glare

that day i'll dance through death

holding him as partner for life

that day hope will have birthed my dream

acceptance of my violenced flesh

and pains borne through years of fright