a poem for self-compassion

Reach into your heart.

Then reach a little deeper…

…and even deeper yet…

….almost there…

You will find

that you are only made

of the most exquisite love

the most beautiful parts

of an awe inspiring landscape

only mother nature could dream of

where fireflies go to light up the night

where sunsets are born

and moon waxes and moon wanes

find savory pleasure in drifting through cycles.

Yes, you are made of all of this.

And so much more.

And if, my dear, you cannot see it

just quite yet…

Then maybe my babe

just reach a little more.