Kristiana Reed (she/her) is a writer and English teacher based…
From the moment I could understand,
walk with both hands held behind my back,
you’ve reminded me of the thread
I was born upon,
as if you still hold the scissors,
as if you sharpen the blades
because I know the desire is there,
to forget, to let me go to the ocean,
and with a body disappearing beneath waves
your life would be returned, a past;
you could become everything
I never allowed, my child form an obstacle,
a deviation and mistake,
an ever present reminder of all
you do not have.
And now kindness doesn’t have a home,
doesn’t know you anymore,
our love, a ship irretrievable in a glass bottle.
I struggle to believe someone will find us
and smash us free.
We are too beautiful in statuary.
In the pretend we have become —
mother, I know how much it hurt
to have me, bed sheets soaked in blood,
scar tissue puckered and stretched.
But my kindness is not a wishing well.
I am a river. I must move on, forward,
and I cannot, I cannot be kind
when your love is a condition,
an expectation I will always fail.
I have found the scissors.
I have sharpened the blades.
Kristiana Reed (she/her) is a writer and English teacher based in the UK. She is the Editor in Chief for Free Verse Revolution, a literary & arts magazine and has self-published two poetry collections, Between the Trees and Flowers on the Wall. Reed often explores the body, illness, addiction recovery and womanhood through the natural world and written portraiture. Her work has been recently published by Querencia Press, Nightingale & Sparrow and is forthcoming in The Madrigal and Campfire Confessions.