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hi Harley :') if it's not too much to ask, can I ask for a poem that you think could take one mind's off their ever crowded brain? :') I have run out of my poem book to read atm and isn't in the best condition to look up for more, lest I'd probably cry and morph into a petal. sorry for putting this burden on you. actually feel free to drop any poem that you feel like it, because at least looking them up would be easier than gauging whether I'd love this poem book or not. haha. I feel like they're easy to digest more than reading my hurt/comfort shelf :') thank you so much in advance ❣️
hi, darling. the only poetry books i’ve ever owned are by rupi kaur. i’m not one to remember poems by heart, i’m more of a lyric rememberer myself, but i found one of hers called ‘self-love’ that i think you might like. i don’t know if i subscribe to the loving yourself notion but caring for yourself is important. although petals are pretty, i do hope you won’t morph into one just yet. take a breath, drink some water; if you can, go outside, if you can’t, just look out the window; move your body a little, stretch. your mind will follow. the poem goes:
first / i went for my words / the i can'ts. the i won'ts. the i'm not good enoughs./ i lined them up and shot them dead / then i went for my thoughts / invisible and everywhere / there was no time to gather them one by one / i had to wash them out / i wove a linen cloth out of my hair / soaked it in a bowl of mint and lemon water / carried it in my mouth as i climbed / up my braid to the back of my head / down on my knees i began to wipe my mind clean / it took twenty-one days / my knees bruised but / i did not care / i was not given the breath / in my lungs to choke it out / i would scrub the self-hate off the bone / till it exposed love
hope it’ll help you. much love🤍
