Self-Compassion Poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
Self-Compassion
Walking down the alley,
Glimpsing of the passerby; the
Stranger that looks like
Me.
No, it is me.
Passed by thousands
Times before,
Un-noticed,
Un-spoken to,
Un-loved.
Ignored for another.
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But this time I notice,
I greet myself,
I invite me
To a cup of tea,
A stroll upon the
Redolent shore of life - together,
Holding hands,
Hugging,
Loving
The one inside my skin.
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