The view from up here

I try to scream but fail

calls for help nestled

in my throat

an impotent SOS


I struggle against

a strength weaved within

my own subconscious


and I still try to scream

and I fail


until I give up

imagining you with two

black and blue eyes


and I leave my body

in your unrelenting grasp

to climb the oak trees

beckoning at the end

of the garden.


I climb to the very tip

of the bough, as small,

as fragile as bone

and feathers


a sparrow, a wren,

a robin buffeted by the wind,

thrown amongst the leaves


but the view from up here

is safe

it’s blue

and it’s endless


forever moving

yet still;

it’s blue

and it’s endless.



and endless.



Image by: Kristiana Reed

Written for #escapril2020

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

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