Kindness to myself is the hardest thing I can imagine doing on a regular basis.
I find myself creating conflicts.
Then it's hard to be kind to myself.
Conflicts come in all forms.
I am doing my best with what I was given.
And I am still here.
I want to relent and lay down.
But when I stand up I find the strength to go on.
I am heartbroken with myself.
I am disappointed.
But I will turn it into art.
And I'll find a new guise.
This won't be a long poem.
Just an admission that I am struggling too.
I don't know anyone who isn't, especially when they should be.
This is an admission of success to the words we found called: unconditional love.