9th July 2018

poppy heads
rattling in a stiff breeze
heat withered stalks

© Rachel Green 2018

her regrets
etch lines into her features
a desire to please people
at the cost of herself;
insecurities piling up;
driftwood against a beach hut door
until she can no longer get out
How many people did she push away,
and how many left
because they thought she was someone else?
It doesn't really matter.
Whatever happened, happened
and she's happy with who she is
mostly
but if there could be one mantra to life
it would be youth is wasted on the young

© Rachel Green 2018