I’ve watched the clouds
and tried to read the blue in between
like tea leaf dregs in the bottom of a cup.
I’ve opened books
and unrolled maps,
blown the wisdom from their wizened
surfaces and tried to sow my seeds
into their earth,
left to stare glassy-eyed
at a failed harvest.
I’ve tried to write
with ink and with air,
with the carbon dioxide
escaping my lips turned purple
from the cold and the fear
of an immovable wall
built with every intangible moment
I’ve ever lived.
Poem & photograph: © Kristiana Reed 2020
thats really beautiful ❤
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Thank you so much ☺️
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