i'm still growing.
sure, maybe yesterday i had a little too much to drink and i took a look at my life and felt like athena was whispering, "oh, you poor child. what have you done?"
maybe i have some cuts and scrapes that still haven't healed, maybe my heart is still bruised and so i cringe when i place it into your waiting palms. maybe i'm breathing a little ragged because i swallowed all the mirrors in my house so i wouldn't stare at my reflection and try to rip my skin from its bones anymore.
i have a crooked grin but smiles aren't meant for perfection. my knuckles are bloody and raw from attacking the concrete cage i have built around myself, but today, i broke a hole and i saw daylight for the first time. and guess what?
i'm still growing.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️