There is a quiet power in choosing yourself-
Not once, not loudly,
But in small, steady ways.
In the tea left to steep,
The phone left unanswered,
The breath drawn deep.
There is courage in slow mornings.
In standing still while the world spins,
In saying “no” without apology.
You are not behind.
You are not too much.
You are right on time.
In soft clothes and softer words,
In a heart that aches and heals,
You begin again.
Self-care in not escape-
It’s a return.
To the body.
To the breath.
To you.
Reflection:
Poetry has a unique way of accessing what feels hidden in us. This poem is a quiet invitation to view self-care not as indulgence, but as necessary nourishment. In a culture that celebrates busyness, choosing rest, reflection, and reconnection with yourself is brave act. Whether it’s five minutes of silence or journaling by candlelight, your gentle moments matter.
Self-care doesn’t need to be loud to be revolutionary – it just needs to be real.
Prompt for Readers:
What does self-care look like for you right now?
Share your rituals or reflections in the comments – we grow through each other’s wisdom.
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