Sunday, October 2, 2022

poem i wrote

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GENTLE ALCHEMY 

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Self-pity is corrosive


It eats you up inside


Yet some situations are so unfair


It seems all your joy has died

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Self-pity can be modified


The inner dialogue changed


To words of self-compassion


Offering insight instead of blame

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So, no, you were not stupid


No, you're not a fool


You did the very best you could


The situation was not cool

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You learned a valuable lesson


It's yours now, in your mind


You've earned so much better


Like a healing voice, wise and kind

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