WWJD

I bleed.

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Each time

you berate yourself

a stake is pounded

into my wrists.

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Each time

you take on blame

the holes in my feet

grow sore and fester.

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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.

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But not before.

4 thoughts on “WWJD

    • 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.

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