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.
blue
and endless.
Image by: Kristiana Reed
Written for #escapril2020
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
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