why would you choose to grow?
My rib cage shields a heart that’s been broken for years.
They’ll point their crooked fingers and ask why you’re not
“fixed yet”
Don’t scream at me to growwhile blocking out the sunshine
Healing happens in layers
not in calories or pounds
or weeks scratched off a calendar
You can’t dictate my pain by the size of my wounds The deepest cuts have been hidden for years.
