A Poem About Self Care for the Holidays

i feel like we've helped each other to think, you know, in fruitful, hopeful terms about the pain that runs through our lives. And so this is a poem that im kind of arose out of one moment of saying, i'm hurting, and i need to take care of myself. B like the insect be on a sill, submits to its own weight, the bulb of itself too full, too weak or too wise to lift and go. For it for me, sleep be deep and easy. Hive, heave, give, grieve, then rise when you're ready from your soul's hard floor to sweet work, or some war.