Spending my Wednesdays on trail mix & futons Hiding inside when outside's like the Yukon Knowing the cold comes from a storm I can't see Trying to spread warmth like the sun I can't be They say "do what you love" and "want what you need" But they take and they take and they take and they take my love and break it and fake it and snake it and bite my hand when I feed
I owe it to myself to put "they" behind "we" Because all the trials I still see are a reflection of me I rely on accomplishments to build my self-confidence I cannot take a compliment because they still feel dishonest How can I give warmth to others if I can't warm myself? I just ignore the signs, don't prioritize health
I try to do the basics, eat, sleep, repeat Write, read, and run, just make time for fun I start to feel better but know I'm not done It ends with self-love, putting myself above So when the times are rough, I know that I'm enough Now I know when life gets cold like the Yukon I'll remember this Wednesday of trail mix & futons