Inner Turmoil

Feeling of thorns inside me The crown of Christ ripping through my guts
Coming and going never knowing when
Attention seeking, Attention getting,
Finite time usurped by this energy
Beauty around me but I do not see as the thorns rip through and take me
Away from this time and in to another
Dormant it lies, at times when it's taken me to the brink
Gone I think!
Not so, a respite as it fuels itself, weaker this time though
Thorns not so sharp, it will always be here, alright so, but be benign!
Let me grow 

By Gráinne Mc Cann
19/10/2018