I wish my nails were petals
So I wouldn't scratch at my insecurities cutting them open and letting them bleed,
Bringing attention to them for the world to see
Instead I would wish to caress them so that they might revel in the gentle treatment
And the itches on my soul would only become but a memory to propel my growth and betterment
YOU ARE READING
To Grow
PoetryFor those that need a dose of self-love. A collection of poetry that begins in the mind of a girl with wild flowers in her wild hair.
