Do something kind for yourself.
Yes, you.
The one who remembers to check in,
who gives the bigger half,
who stays just a little longer.
You,
who cups your hands around the flame of another
so it doesn’t go out.
Remember your own warmth.
It hasn’t left you.
Not really.
Press your palms together, rub them hard,
hard enough to bring back the heat,
like you do when coming in from the cold,
like you do when someone you love is shivering,
and you say,
here,
take my coat.
But this time, it’s you.
Wrap your arms around yourself,
hold on like you mean it.
You, too, deserve to be gathered, kept.
Maybe even this is the first time in a long time
that you’ve let yourself be held.
Maybe even this is the first time in a long time
that you’ve remembered you are worth holding.
