I bleed.
+
Each time
you berate yourself
a stake is pounded
into my wrists.
+
Each time
you take on blame
the holes in my feet
grow sore and fester.
+
Each time
you hurt yourself
the crown of thorns
presses into my skull.
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My face runs red
with the blood of my tears.
I would love you more
but it is all I have.
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When you decide
to love yourself
I will come down
from my cross.
+
But not before.
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I had to read this one a few times. It is powerful.
Thanks. Your voice is more powerful still when it takes hold. The question I ask is whether it is healthy to go there whether it provides a good read and meaning or not. I think of Hemingway.
No. This is great. And i get the wonderful message. Though, you do know HE did already come down.
😉
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