Tending to my Soul
I often forget
to be kind to myself
to look for light
to take care of my body
I understand the contagion of stress
the ill effects it can have on my self
yet I rarely rest
If my body were filled with flowers
they would be wilted
lacking vivacity
drained of color
flooding with toxicity
Perhaps I must remind myself
to tend to my body
in the way I would a daisy
to ensure my flourishing health
and the understanding
as a seed is planted
it needs time
light
air
to succeed
with a blooming existence
-POE(MS)
