Crown of Thorns

the bitterness dies and so does regret like the wind from the mountains that shakes all the trees we change what we can and bury the rest no questions of why or who knows what's best it is all curled up, resting demure and sweet laying face down, harmless and still it snarls and growls like the beast that it is when you turn it over or step on its tail viciously it bites, inflicting before it runs there aren't enough drugs to ease its pain we let it all go, saying never again no medals awarded for the crown of thorns worn when we glance back in the rear-view mirror it gets smaller as the distance grows the memories fade like the trail behind the heart will just keep on believing