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Embracing Self-Compassion: The Power of 'I Will Be Gentle with Myself' Poem

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Gentle
Gentle

I Will Be Gentle with Myself


I will be gentle with myself,


like spring rain softening the earth,


slowly erasing the cracks of winter,


each drop a whisper of care,


each moment a chance to breathe. 



I will cradle my thoughts,


like fragile petals falling from a tree,


allowing them to settle in the spaces


where doubt tries to take root,


nurturing the soil with kindness. 



I will weave my daydreams


into a tapestry of light,


picking colors like wildflowers,


mixing the blues of open skies


with the warm yellows of the sun. 



When shadows stretch long,


I will gather them like clouds,


knowing even they have a place,


and I will not chase them away,


but let them drift softly through. 



I will speak softly to my heart,


a voice like a gentle breeze,


telling it stories of strength,


of battles fought with tender hands,


of moments bravely faced in silence. 



When disappointment whispers,


I will sit beside it, no judgment,


offering my hand as a bridge,


knowing even sorrow has a purpose,


teaching me the art of letting go. 



I will forgive the slips and stumbles,


the times I didn't quite believe,


each misstep a stepping stone,


a lesson draped in grace,


reminding me I'm human,


beautifully flawed. 



In the mirror, I will find a friend,


one with eyes that reflect understanding,


and I will say the words


that echo back with power:


"You are enough,


even on days you feel less. "



I will forge a path made of compassion,


with every footfall a soft promise,


telling the world I am here,


rising like the morning sun,


lighting up the corners of my mind. 



And if the storm rolls in,


I will not hide beneath the weight of clouds,


but dance in the downpour,


celebrating each drop as it falls,


knowing storms end,


and clarity follows. 



With every breath I take,


I will weave in the light of acceptance,


a calm river flowing through me,


carrying away the debris of doubt,


gently reminding me to be whole. 



I will be gentle with myself,


an act of bravery, a quiet revolution,


for in this journey through fields of wonder,


I am learning to be the garden,


to bloom in my own time,


to embrace the beauty of growth. 

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