My lips drip with compassion,
the honey drags itself into view,
my tongue flickers,
a slight taste of care and hope imbued,
the lingering residue.
I am careful with my ability to share
understanding,
and self-knowledge,
the strength of being able to know oneself entirely,
it can be learned,
I am learning it, too.
I was lost,
so confused I was away from the land that I deemed
important,
my home,
and then a revelation,
changes,
the way forward seemed clearer
and brighter.
And now here I am,
detached from the heights of stressful moments
and I drip with the sanity of the wise,
because now I am managing
rather than floundering,
and by example, I will show you, too,
how to fly.
Guide yourself through positivity,
a gentle act of self-kindness day by day
will never go astray,
take the time out for yourself,
don’t chase others,
respect yourself,
before looking for somebody else.
True compassion for myself drips from my lips,
my tongue flickers out,
I taste the honey
as though I’m a bee,
and I realise,
oh, how I realise,
the path that was laid out for me.
It is not one of suffering,
but one in which I will be flourishing.
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