A professor suggested I practice self-care.
Hmm, but how would I fair?
Do I really care?
How about make it a pair?
Why not!
Poor a cup of gin,
warm bath on my skin,
sit back and spin,
oh where to begin?
Let ease wash over so sweetly,
breathing deeply.
Fade into thought,
remembering what I've been taught.
Reflect on the lessons,
but dampen obsessions,
which gets me thinking...
Why don't we practice self-talk?
like when we learn how to walk.
Try not to be hateful,
by being more grateful,
but oh thank God I am faithful.
As I dry off,
I think of my prof,
I'm happy I practiced self-care.
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Self-Care
PoetryThis poem tells a story of an individual practicing self-care. At times, the character finds herself lost in thought, but tries to practice mindfulness techniques in order to take care of her wellbeing.
