Self-care is a modern folly,
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.
I can invent a better future for me and my loved ones.