Studying the magic of compassion,
I grant myself grace
And I keep all of my worries
In a secret hiding place
But sometimes, they build up a bit too much
And I must sort through
And weigh each mix of feelings
And sift out illusion from the truth.
I’ve been parenting myself so much,
My kids can benefit, too.
I’ve mastered cleaning up after myself,
But still there’s more to do.
I’m trying to stay aware of what’s most pressing,
Make the most of time,
And trust that my best is enough
To sail through snags and come out fine.
And I have found some new success
With things I once did struggle with,
But still a fear clings deep inside
That if I stumble or I slip,
Or if I rest a bit too long
Or cut myself too much slack,
That all I’ve built will tumble down
And knock me off my fresh laid track.
And it’s easy to feel lonely, now,
Or like I haven’t time for much,
But I feel a growing urge deep down
To soothe myself and keep in touch.
So much pressure I’ve applied,
Such a fire I’ve lit under me,
I’m not sure what will be left
If I’m not pushing myself forcefully.
But I’ve been studying compassion,
And I grant myself grace.
And I’ve completed much already,
And this was never meant to be a race.