Self-Care

What is self-care?

Swaying in the bath like a foetus

attempting to forget my urge to find purpose.

Writing poetry without revealing what I am feeling

because it breaks my mother's heart.

Wearing gold patches underneath my eyes

as they are still puffy from last night.

Drinking coffee from a flute now it has been

six months since I have had a drink.

Is this self-care?

Making waves underneath the water with my fingers

to ripple onto my skin because I miss the sea.

How I believe he was not meant for me

as he did not share this love of mine.

Putting aside that he did not love me back.

Is this self-care?

Holding my head with my hands

so that I do not go so low as to drown.

Ignoring tomorrow and yesterday

and the time I have borrowed.

My supply of sorrow.

Trying not to overflow

and sink my home.

You see how I am still here?

This.

This is self-care.