By: Jana Greene
Yesterday was ridiculous
So I gave in to capriciousness,
And spent the whole day in bed.
I had a party of the pity kind,
Got stuck in my own flitty mind,
Paralyzed by whatever lay ahead.
Today, self care will not look the same,
Instead of practicing that old self-blame,
I think I’ll channel worry into art.
It may not fix my woes
But it might lift my lows,
And give hope a boost in my heart.
Because life ain’t for the faint,
I use words and paint
To express what lies in my heart.
Because life is ridiculous
We must be meticulous
With caring for self though our art.