Lead me by your leash,

Drag me through the dirt,

Lay me down on a bed of leaves,

Cold and sharp against my skin.

Strip me of my dignity,

Make me wait for your touch.
Then, one day,

A different hand appears
,
It finds me where the shadows hide,

Where the wind bites sharp,

And I am alone.

It reaches through the quiet,

Pulling me from my cold prison.
The warmth floods in,

A door opens wide,

I am pulled inside,

Where fire crackles in a hearth,

And the hunger is fed.

Gentle hands pet and soothe,

Whispering,
"You are enough."
All I ever wanted
,
Was to be a good dog
,
Not to be broken,

Not to be left waiting,

But to be seen.