© Rachel Green November 2025
No more will haiku issue from this pen
I am no more an angry piece of trash
who though polite outside will seethe within
and burn my lover's poetry to ash.
No longer shall my wilted smile convey
acceptance of the trials that come this way
if thy home be chaos, I'll not come another day;
if I desire thee to depart, then I will say.
This shift in thoughtful patterns, I have thought
occurs in part for I, intensive train
in the methods of defence I learned and taught
and suffered many injuries and pain.
If though insulteth me I make no threat
but if thou lay a hand, thy'll find regret.
© Rachel Green November 2025
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