I'm Tired of Self Care
a poem
I'm tired of self care.
I've given up all my hope
in lavendar, oil, and pear
in scrubs, face masks and soaps.
I'm tired of taking walks alone
around and around the streets
to try to call a place my own
or making myself feel complete.
I'm tired of reading books
title after title after title
before lethargy is undertook
and the paralysis to sit idle.
I'm tired of listening, I'm drawing a blank,
should it be songs about breakups and death,
or podcasts, Ted Talks, or pranks,
or even white noise to match my breath.
I'm tired of taking a nap
every time I feel alone
or being frozen by hypnotizing apps
every time I pick up my phone.
I don't have the energy, not today,
to go to a person in an office
for them to tell me that I'll be ok
because socializing makes me nauseous.
I want to find a fimiliarity,
so here I am doing self care:
masks, walks, books, music, naps, and therapy
until I feel repaired.
About the Creator
Nicole Keefe
Part time artist, writer, and hobbiest who isn't afraid to learn and step out of comfort zones.
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