I wonder could the “thorn” in the flesh be a memory?
A place of deepest grief or personal Calvary.

That thing that is gone yet faintly lives in minds
Where the heart is sometimes consumed by its thought from time to time.

It’s almost as if a regret lingers stuck in time
The second hand is stopped and forever paralyzed.

Though Christ has covered steps and one knows of His victory
Yet there remains a “thorn”…a “thorn” of memories.