myself into the ground
and throw it out because, you know,
I don’t need it around.
I try to hear my needs;
I rest when I am weary and
expects the world and more . . .
remove the ice within my soul
the road’s a bumpy path;
I let me ‘be’ just as I am
that’s driving me insane;
make time to smell the roses and
of what the world will say;
I set my boundaries firm and strong,
to enjoy not endure . . .
and try to eat a balanced diet,
and pat me on the back;
and when I’m tired and feeling low,
that make my heart soar high;
avoid, say ‘no’ to anyone,
not swerve away and run;
it gives me self-respect, esteem:
not hide myself away
and don’t forget that having fun
whatever comes my way;
surround myself by those who love
the ‘me’ I am today.
© Nicky Clifford 2017