The Sacred Art of Talking to Yourself as a Friend.

In the quiet chambers of my mind,
A dialogue unfolds, gentle and kind.
A conversation with my dearest friend,
Supportive whispers that never end.

When shadows dance upon life's stage,
I speak to myself with love, not rage.
Mistakes become lessons, a chance to grow,
In the garden of self-talk, compassion we sow.

"Oh, dear soul, worry not about the fall,
For in every stumble, you stand tall.
Let kindness be the language you speak,
To the mirror of your heart, be uniquely meek.

Like a lighthouse in the stormy sea,
Guide yourself with love, tender and free.
Embrace the flaws, the quirks, the grace,
In this symphony of life, find your own pace.

Speak to yourself as petals to the rose,
With each word, let self-acceptance compose.
In the canvas of your being, paint with care,
A masterpiece of love, beyond compare.

When the night is dark and stars are few,
Your voice echoes warmth, a comforting hue.
With each heartbeat, a promise to defend,
The sacred art of talking to yourself as a friend."