I followed my pain to its source

And it led me back to myself,

Unknowingly harming my self-worth

With critical, demeaning, bullying words

Tones of disappointment, tinged with guilt

Becoming my own abuser

Through a subconscious inner dialogue.

We cannot begin to heal our wounds

Until we first learn self-compassion

Speaking to ourselves as we would a loved one

Using tones of empowerment, benevolence, calmness

Treating ourselves as we strive to treat others

No longer the enemy of our progress

But a loving support to our own souls.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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