Taking Care
Taking Care
Sometimes taking care
of yourself
me
is not easy to do, causes aches
Makes me cry in the night
Lift heavy heart to the day
Let the pieces start to mend
Sometimes taking care
of yourself
me
Causes grief beyond measure
Hurts more then myself
To be free of the poisonous grip
To get away
The hand reaching out to choke
Sometimes taking care
of yourself
feels not like taking care.
Though I feel,
Inside now, eventually all will be
Crookedly mended, glad spreading
throughout a tenuous thread of beginning
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