Take Care
A poem on the importance of rest and self-care in an uncaring world.
Take care.
It's the fair thing
to do in a world
that hates you.
**
I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you -
**
I see tendrils of doubt
in hair like witchcraft
cascading down your back,
wrapping around your chest,
choking out any hope that's left.
**
I see your limbs
held together with pins,
metallic cartilage for a body
that couldn't stop its
mutilation via team salvation
on a grassy field.
**
I see your heart;
it never healed,
never realized the
blood in its valves
could grow flowers
on its own, it's a heart that's
only had temporary homes.
**
I see your eyes, empty,
once gleeful of
a closet full of trophies,
a legacy of insanity,
woefully unseen,
blissfully aware -
**
Please take care,
you don't want to go there.
Unbend your back
and stand, and stretch,
and wash, and rest.
About the Creator
Camille Ora-Nicole
Hi! I'm a writer, artist, placemaker, and producer from Southern California. When I'm not writing, I'm drawing, and if i'm not drawing I'm working on a project, and if not doing any of that, i'm Netflix and chillin'. IG: @oracami_studio
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