These days my fingernails stay longer
The edges may be jagged, uneven
And my fingertips may still be the first point of contact with the dirt
But when the restless stress arises
And my leg begins to run on a motor
The urge to bite and tear is less and the discomfort passes
Less and less do I have to use a credit card to scratch the itch
The patches of red on my face are not as prominent
The tears I used to shed of misery are now of ecstasy
Found the joy I used to carry like a badge of honor, somehow lost along the way
Life doesn\'t feel like as much of a hurdle anymore
Some days are still bad, they always will be
But hightides are no longer pulling me out to sea
No longer gasping for air between the waves, now viewing them from the pier
These days my fingernails are longer
These days my heart grows fonder
Of all the best parts that this World has to offer