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Tokumei 3d
Don’t let sorrow carry the weight of your judgement
Tokumei 3d
Some days, the moon is full.
Sometimes, it’s nothing at all.
But you are still there—
no matter how you feel inside.
Kalliope Jun 30
I pick out my tea bags,
Sometimes two or three,
Steep them in hot water,
Letting them be.

Then I sift through my cabinets,
Searching with care,
For the best little items
My chai might wear.

I’ve already made sweet foam
To crown her with flair,
Maybe she'd like brown sugar
To melt in her hair.

Honeyed lace drips down-
Her favorite sweet,
She pairs well with maple,
Cinnamon makes her complete.

Deciding how we’ll dress her,
A very indecisive time,
Should she wear caramel today,
Or vanilla to rhyme?

Perhaps she’ll indulge,
Mixing both with a grin-
A drink dressed in luxury,
My soft comfort within.
Picking out the mug is another story...
Kalliope Jun 29
I wash myself with water,
you find too hot to touch
But it soothes my aching muscles and
my tired soul so much
Relaxation is becoming me,
with eucalyptus in the air,
Soothing all my senses while I
lather it through my hair
Jelly bean body scrub in hand,
everything smells sweet
Exfoliating the day from my being, removing myself from defeat
Rubbing circles along my jaw to massage away exhaustion,
high pressured heat to free my shoulders of the burden they carry so often
Body oil to top it off,
strawberry my favorite choice
It's hard to hate yourself when you smell so good,
but it's easier to find my voice
It’s just soap and steam and strawberry oil, but it feels like a ritual to remind my body she’s worthy of being loved ✨️
Kalliope Jun 23
I had coffee and tea,
just the way I like.
I played music all day,
some loud, some quiet.

I didn’t panic once-
no shame, no crying.
I washed my face,
took care of my skin,
was gentle with myself.

I chose strawberry cheesecake body oil
over bed-rotting despair,
I deep conditioned and
re-dyed my hair.

And tomorrow I might do less,
or maybe more-
but today I loved me
in every pour.
Maybe it's silly but,
I think I'll be fine
I loved me so much today,
I deserve a glass of wine 🍷
The last Poet Jun 16
I chose to be my first love
My last love
My everlasting love

I chose to love me first
Before you do too
Chose self love and love will always find you
Like soldiers of comically varying heights
I line up my pill bottles along the border
  of my place mat for morning roll call
Some plastic, some glass—
  Green, white, purple, yellow, gold
Each with their own earnest promise—
Energy, metabolism, muscle function,
  allergy relief
And I earnestly swallow each down
Willing each to complete their mission
To find success in the battle against time
Willing them to bring new life
  to this tired body of mine

© 2025 SincerelyJoanWrites. All rights reserved.
For several mornings now, this poem has asked to be written while I dutifully take my morning vitamins. I hope others can relate in how I find humor, hope, and a little sadness in this routine.
Zywa May 4
Everyone's busy,

me too, if I don't take care --


and forget myself.
Collection "The Big Secret"
silvervi May 3
Let's put that phone away and stretch our bodies.
If you're looking for tips how to limit your phone-time - here's an article I found useful myself:

https://bemorewithless.com/get-off-your-phone/
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