The Thorns On My Salvation

They walk past me with mournful eyes

Shaking their heads in disappointment

“Why do you hold on so tight? 

The thorns piercing your skin? 

Your blood dripping so bright?”

They do not understand

There is no need to die 

Giving them my last breath 

As I lay him down

Tuck him in 

And shower him with light 

I watch him bloom

I watch him grow

And I know 

He is a keeper 

Word of the day challange : keeper

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