XIII. frustration
November 28, 2021
My nails are weak.
They break so easily,
Independent of the occasion—
From hard collisions to
Soft taps on surfaces—
So I cut them.
Everyday, keeping them short,
So they won't break upon touch,
So they don't cause any trouble,
So that it's practical, even if
They don't look very nice.
If I stunt their growth,
Will they ever learn how to
Stand tall and strong?
It's like wading through the ocean,
Being knocked back, wave after wave,
Trying to reach the horizon,
Pulling yourself back up after getting
Knocked down again and again.
How many trials will it take for
The nails to grow back strong?
How many mistakes does it take
To become the person I want to be?
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