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
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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