I could say,
your arms, the horizon,
the ocean shore, or anywhere
but here.
Instead, the only place
I wish to run
is backwards
along memory lines
to encircle the small girl
with a face like mine
and reassure her
everything gets better
in time.
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
This was touching! I loved the idea of going back and telling your past self it’s going to be fine. Very sweet sentiment. 🙂
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Thank you very much! ☺️
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Lovely piece!!
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Thank you!
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