All you can do
by Elizabeth Challinor
Self-acceptance
Is hard
Never mind self-care
When you fear the much recommended cloak of self-compassion
Will be torn off to expose your flaws
Twisted into a rope
To hang you in the public sphere of mocking applause
Self-care is hard
When you feel powerlessly complicit
In the misdeeds bleeding our humanity
Until one day you realize
Not with your mind
But with your gut
All you can do
Is your flawed best to be authentic
