a world beyond,

with love so freely given!

I let myself receive,

then all hurts were forgiven —

all wounds from the past —

we’re all but human. 

I washed it away

with love transcendent.

awash am I

in a sea of forgiveness

but my lungs are full

for I am Piscean.

these barbed thoughts 

wrap my skull,

the stem

from our love’s rose. 

but the more I struggled,

to pull off this liar’s crown,

the more blood was drawn.

only until I forgave,

shrinking my head,

home of my pride,

home of my ego,

did humility reduce me–

and allow the crown of thorns

to slip off.