Changes

Cold hearts, fake smiles

The ice that sticks and stings my skin has left.

Troubled shoulders, aching feet

The outside world now bereft of this romanticized spell.

The earth beneath me is rich

A comforting sky lays over the land 

Green growing overnight

Flowers pink

Yellow

Red 

Bright

The earth inside me is rich

A fantasy inhibiting my present

Dreams simmer steadily.

Poem by Rachel Gaillard
Photography by Tequan Johnson