The Cross we bear - 20/02/2002 in Opendiary Archive

My latest poem. I really should write some happy ones but I don’t feel the need to write about life when I’m happy. I’m too busy living it.

My Cross

I wear a cross I don’t even know is there
Bright blue thorns to crown my fear
and rip my heart and head and hair,
Sacrificed to my despair.

The burden bore, the path before to the dark
hill ahead, and I must walk
And let them talk, knowing that they
do already think me dead.

The blue have flown and left my blood alone,
Burnt in brain and blood and bone,
The pain inside, more than I’ve known,
as they raise me up on a hard pine throne,
And my dream for sweets for sweet are thrown.
And I see the cross wear me.