"salf" poems
met nat oë en stem rasper-hees
sal sy my eers
met kaneel en gemmer genees
met swaar lyf en kop wat klop
salf sy my eers
met heuningwoorde gesond
en wanneer die lewe my hoogtak-drome snoei
bewerk sy my sodat ek opnuut kan groei
met die seer wat nog so rou in haar talm
bid sy eers die onrus in my kalm
en ek weet saans ween en woed
onverbiddelike storms
in haar gemoed
en dan soggens uitgespoel en broos
is sy nooit te swak om haar kroos
eersmaal te troos
vir speelgrond wond of hart wat breek
terwyl daar dubbeltjies soveel dieper
in haar insteek
die plooikuiltjies waar daar gedurig riviere deurgeloop het
vir elke afvlerkkind
die lyntjies waar sy op die mooiste wyse
haarself met ander verbind
waar sy soveel ander se seer verberg
ten spyte van alles wat dit van haar verg
hier sit ek stil en verwonder my
aan Ma se halfweghuis hart wat altyd oopbly
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
It isn't just good music, long baths and good food.
Salf Care is
bearing yourself crying for several hours,
saving yourself from hyperventilating,
drying your tears
and watch them flow again a few minutes later;
taking a shower,
eating healthy and enough food,
not fighting your feelings just to function again
but let them be and deal with them;
talking to a friend,
hearing somebody's voice,
making that call you should have made days ago
but were too afraid of;
going to bed early,
getting up the next morning,
searching for the beauty in your daily life
although it's horribly hard to find something right now.
Self Care ist like giving yourself a long hug,
pulling yourself up,
and telling yourself it's not to late to fight and fix it.
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC