metaphorgirl

i wept so loudly,

so ferociously,

that the god’s pitied me,

they exalted me into the sea of sorrow;

where my tears kept the arc of our memories afloat,

where the ache in my shoulders of the heavy burdens i bare can be put down—just for a moment. 

it is here where i pluck the thorns from your brows of the crown you wear, 

where our sins combined are no longer accounted for, completely absolved, abolished,

anointed by the grace and mercy of your own wounded flesh—

together we carried this cross,

bound by everlasting love and vengeance,

you took revenge into your own hands,

with the nails life gave you.