Clipping My Nails

NinjaGirl

Maybe it's because I spend so long

doing it, I'm convinced it has to be

perfect, even.  I soak them in warm

water and file them when I'm done.

 

But it's the first thing to go--

when the weeks get long

and I get tired, so tired that

I can't even clip my nails.

 

So here I am, writing as they grow

longer and longer, even by the

second but so do the days and

hours.  I hate clipping my nails--

but I'm happy when they're clipped.

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  • Friendship

    The poem "Clipping My Nails" explores the theme of self-care and the struggle with maintaining personal rituals amidst the pressures of daily life. It reflects the tension between the desire for perfection and the fatigue that often prevents us from accomplishing even simple tasks.

    • NinjaGirl

      Thank you for reading and commenting! I'm in the process of reading your newest poem.

    • sorenbarrett

      A most interesting analogy that you make with days and hours growing as well as nails. Clipping nails shows that even the most mundane of tasks can be used to make a poem. Well done

    • Poetic Licence

      I really like this very relatable write, the desire to look after oneself knowing we feel good when we have done, but feeling exhausted and worn by the struggles of life, we lack any energy to undertake the simplest of things, well written

      • NinjaGirl

        Thank you, that's exactly it!

        • Poetic Licence

          You are very welcome

        • RSM0812

          Nails grow even in death. They are humanitys claws. Nice write.

          • NinjaGirl

            Thank you!

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            🥷 my friend, this is quietly profound—an everyday ritual turned confession. You captured fatigue, care, and the small triumph of doing something for yourself. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • NinjaGirl

              Thanks for reading!

            • arial

              It's feels like I have to live but the resistance in my body humbles my breathe
              Great write ..

              • NinjaGirl

                There's always a shout for continuing somewhere in there...thank you for reading!



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