she wished
that knowing she could travel
anywhere at all
would transform her,
cause her to see the world;
that knowing she could love
anyone at all
would allow her heart to beat again
without fear of it breaking;
that knowing she could dress
however way she'd like
would enbolden her to buy
all the things she looked stunning in;
but more than anything else,
she wished she could
accept herself
as she was
//some simple prose
//from a simple girl
YOU ARE READING
The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
