My musings on struggling with self-compassion.
I want to be friends with her,
And I want to confide in her.
Because I know we can be ‘fast friends’
But why am I hesitating?
I want to embrace her,
And I want to caress her.
Because I know she loves being loved.
But why am I finding it difficult?
I want to heal her wounds,
And I want to rejuvenate her weary spirit.
Because I know she yearns for care.
But why am I feeling incapable?
I want to be her strength,
And I want to lift her on my shoulders.
Because I know her dreams need a springboard.
But why are my legs shivering?
I know our partnership is indispensable,
I know we are voids without each other.
And if we are born to be eternal companions,
Why are we an ocean apart?