Yes, there’s a party tonight!
And ….yes, you’re not invited!
Yes, there’ll be music and lights,
And conversations over wine.
For tonight, I will host
A special group of guests –
These are the ghosts
From my past, of myself!
To the child that was me,
I’d ask her to play more,
And to not so much worry
About grades and scores.
To my teenage self,
I’d tell her to laugh more,
And not really fret
Over the norms of the world.
To the young lady I was,
I’d tell her to love more,
And to take a pause
When it was needed most.
To me, in my middle age,
I’d tell her to spend more time
On things that mattered to her,
And she would just be fine.
Then, we’d all dance together
Having the time of our lives.
With no one to interfere or bother
Us till the wee morning light.
And I’d wave them all goodbye
As they’d travel through the ages
Leaving a feeling of peace behind
And the gift of self-compassion.
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