the thorn

it was in the crown
and
pierced the flesh
so close to his mind
as
he thought of everyone
before he died

and now the marks
like
those he showed
Thomas

maybe
these are covered by his hair

and my marks
too
inflicted by the world
and on my own
though with a promise
now
all shall be healed
on the return and he could
send someone
to
meet us
at the door

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photo by Marvin Sagisi on Unsplash