If I could be kind to myself. A Poem by Aurora Winters.

If I could be kind to myself

I would breathe easier

I would, at the end of the day

Say “that was okay”

You did what you did

And that is OK

I would release judgment

Blame and striving

Hug myself morning

Afternoon and night

Turn off the TV and listen to my heartbeat

Place my hand upon it

And smile for no matter what loss I endure

The greatest would be me

Kindness looks like waking up

And being honest

It looks like asking

“Body, what do you need today?”

Kindness is the way I speak in my head

How I ask for help

When my legs are lead

Kindness is unfinished chores

Cupping my hands for tears

At the end of my cheeks

And massaging my feet

So that I may be strongly rooted

Kindness is boundaries

Saying no

Kindness is a new TV show

A warm sweater

A call to a friend.

Kindness is lifting my eyes to the sun

Closing my eyes

And letting the rays kiss my skin

Kindness is letting myself

Have intimacy within

No matter how scary

Kindness is walking away

Running toward

Staying in bed

Going to explore.

Kindness is letting it all be

However, it feels every minute

Kindness is simply

Showing up for myself when I can

Apologizing for abandonment


And holding my own hand

Every second.

Every step.



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