Crown of Thorns
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Crown of thorns upon my head
Cutting thoughts, a mire of dread
Blood dripping, shards of glass
Endures the one who wears a mask
The heart enjoys no filter
Venom leaks, toxins burn
Gazing inward
Bruised, tired, spent.
Winds of time
Change like moods
Breath in
Breath out
Hold
Dead time
Begin again
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The cursed mind ralwus. It has to be trained and molded so it can do no more harm. Tis life itself that can crucify, as you know. I wish you well also friend.
I thought so. Well, I have been there too many times. We humans must endure so much at times, but then I have such good friends to help me through like you.
Breath in, breath out. I do sometimes wonder if people see the symbology of the crown of thorns relating to thoughts?
Cutting thoughts indeed. It takes great skill to say so much in a short poem.
Russ, a lovely thing to say. Humbled.
Yes indeed, but is the way and the light that we must all go through to find our way...Nicely done my dear...:O) Hugs
Ouch! Well I'm glad you can express it. I know that always helps me... sort of. Thank you Jewels.
Beautiful poem Jewels...despite the contents..good luck in feeling stronger.
Sometimes we must all "begin again." May your journey be a happy one!
Hi G-Ma, thanks for skipping in. Always good to see you.
Hey Pam, it can be ouch. Fact is I'm feeling fantastic and I was inspired to write this from previous experiences. I know you you know.
Thanks Ixxy. The good, bad and ugly makes us stronger. Deeper one goes, the more light in the end.
Christoph - I can feel the love and am looking forward.
Short but really to the point, nice to see you writing again !
i really enjoyed that.... i appreciate good poetry
Thanks BC and Brenda, appreciate the visit.
One's own mind can be a formidable adversary. Excellent poem.
The toughest battle there is. Thanks Jess.
This is an amazing piece of poetry, well written.
Thanks Rebecca, appreciate your comment.
Far too often we nail ourselves upon a crossroad, splayed between choices that stretch our very soul. We hang there indecisive, torn by the thorns of despair. Great write/hub
makes me want to seek out less painful directions in my journeys through life.~~MFB III
MFB III, considering the caliber of your writing, I'm honored you came. A wise man once told me, it was not the intent that we suffer, so choose a different way.
ralwus says:
4 months ago
Oh my. Who has crucified you dear Jewels? Who has done this terrible painful thing to you? I wish you well my friend.