If only she knew

That the way the morning dew glistens

On the leaves is more important

Than the boy who stomped

Her heart to pieces.

If only she knew

That reaching out to you, to talk

Would take weight from her

Shoulders, steam from her mouth,

Sadness from her body, like a reverse injection.

If only she knew

That reading through a book,

Or singing a song, would help

Her to control the panic

Coursing through her veins. Breathe.

If only she knew

How to take away the blue and

Replace it with a coral-coloured sky

And pavements like autumn leaves,

See the joy in life again.

If only she knew

That being shrew and angry

Would not get her out of this rut.

Time is precious. Life is precious.

If you can’t seize the day, at least try to

reach

For it.