
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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