A morning run
through a miserable park;
in my head and its feet,
licking the edges
of my cerebral cortex,
pushing slippery whispers
into the backs of my eyes,
as I pant
I found old CBT diagrams I drew to cope with anxiety attacks.
I decided to turn them into poetry instead of painful memories.
Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.
You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties