There’s a version of me that can ride horses every weekend,
there’s a me who only dreams about riding horse riding since the stables she went to shut down, and it’s expensive.
The best version of me can take a compliment without being awkward and doesn’t overthink everything.
She will know how to stand up and show her work without being shy about it.
She can throw a netball in a hoop first try with ease.
The first me waits impatiently, wondering if this ‘new me’ will ever show up.
By Grace.
