I keep my regrets in bottles.
I store them in glass
with tiny cork stoppers
and shelve them,
and keep them
for the days
when I prefer to admire
my mistakes
rather than bury them.
I admire them for the stories
they’ve written and the houses
they’ve built; for the ashes
from which they’ve risen
in abandoned charnel houses
into a phoenix of terrible might.
I keep my regrets in bottles
and I label them afresh
as lessons and beginnings
to the sound of applause
because failure takes the bravery
I never thought I’d have.
Poem & photograph: © Kristiana Reed 2020
Love this one.
Very clever 🖤
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Thank you ☺️
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No problem 😁🖤
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