Giving, giving, and more giving—
that’s all you do.
No returns at the end of the bay,
leaving you exhausted and unappreciated.
Overwhelmed with chaos,
no job is ever completely done;
sucking you into darkness,
leaving you with isolation.
You were born with purpose,
a journey of your own.
Embrace yourself,
find a palette to conquer.
Go fly,
you are meant to flutter.
Meet like-minded individuals,
make new connections.
Aerate,
Go outdoors.
Allow nature to heal your wounds,
pull yourself closer to fresh air.
Wash out the sorrows.
Write, sketch —
whatever makes you happy.
Stay true to yourself.
Stop beautifying all the roles you play;
it leaves you thirsty and drained.
Rest a little,
indulge yourself in some nurture.
Abandon the inner-critic,
cut ties with the demons.
All they do is doubt your aspirations,
and you are stronger than that.
Listen to the whispers
showing you light.
Care of yourself;
bridge the responsibilities and dreams into one.
With the empty soul,
you are no help to others.
Prioritize yourself,
and you will bloom a garden.
Hope you enjoyed my poetic urge to prioritize self-care.
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