I look around intensely

Focused on the droplets,

Minuscule, really,

Of the crimson trails following

Behind each poor soul

That I encounter

 

I look back, bewildered

At the massive wave,

Colossal, really, 

Of my own crimson tide 

That was about

To overtake me

 

There’s no way to deny 

Or to hide

My red tsunami

No way to justify

Myself, no more.

 

But then a Voice whispers,

“Look up…”

Behold, the brightest

Crimson was flowing

Down a cross and

He cried, “It is finished.”

 

I hear a roaring crash,

And just like that,

All crimson trails around me

Faded away.

 

And my crimson tide,

That was caused

By my corrupted 

And dirty hands,

Vanished…

 

His hand took my hand

And He proclaimed, 

“My Crimson Blood 

Is for you.

Come with me

And follow me.

Because I love you. 

No more keeping score

No more hiding 

No more denying

No more justifying

No more.

 

Lianna Bond (2022)

Thank you for reading,

 

Lianna Bond