I can't pronounce "S".

read this only if you have the time and the patience to understand what she’s trying to say. this is only one of the many beautiful parts of the poem. it was mind-blowing.

 

that world that had bled me,
                    jailed me,
                    starved me,
                    laughed at me,
                    rejected me,
was one I could feel
at last
I could feel
getting at me,
as you might feel the hot smokey air from
a burning room creeping under the door crack
in the room where you've been defending yourself.
It was not until I met you
that the door broke down
         --or I opened it--
and my innocence was consumed,
burned away.

Diane Wakoski - Love Passes Beyond the Incredible Hawk of Innocence