Self-Care as Flowers

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An indulgence,

They said.

Self-care is a modern folly,

They said.

It still feels daring to go and take the time for self-care

Name feelings like exotic flowers

Found in one’s backyard

To take the time to rest

Because that phrase used to mean

You’re allowed to die

After a life well-lived

Spent taking care of everyone else.

But don’t you get it?

If I don’t do it, I’ll die.

If I don’t untie the knots

Of generation upon generation

I won’t be able to go on.

Maybe I have too much time to think.

Or maybe

I can invent a better future for me and my loved ones.

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