words Shania Parker
If you can’t clean your mind,
Begin with the corner pieces—
Clean your wardrobe, your garden beds or reinvent an encumbered space in your head.
If today you can’t be kind to yourself,
Be kind to a strangely irritable neighbour, a stray cat on the footpath or the lady who looks as sad as you feel.
If you can’t give yourself a break,
Then give one to the screen that slurps away at your energies, the assignment on your desk, and the worry in your chest.
If you can’t immerse yourself in something good,
Then take a bath and pour razzle red pigment, a spiced cherry bubble mix and ointment for your soul.
Let the foam cleanse you and the water soak you in glitter.
Breathe the clean summer,
Paint poetry with your mind,
And if you still can’t love yourself,
Let someone else do it for you today—
Call your favourite person,
Talk about the weather or the flowers you forget to water,
Talk about the pain if it relieves you of your chaos.
But don’t sit,
Don’t do nothing
When you are so formidable in all your fierce fragility.
With so many instruments at your alter,
You choose which devices to fight with,
And which ones you disregard,
But my love —
don’t do nothing.