My dear, self-critic

My self-critic holds many faces

Sometimes it’s just a voice

Other times, it’s a disgruntled face

Teeming with disappointment, pain, and anger

Indeed, it’s been a helper at times

Highlighting paths towards improvement

Aiding me in my journey of growth

However, its voice resounds when judging

Impeding my ability to connect and ground

Why must this anger

Turn inwards

I wonder

While anger can make change

It often appears to create chaos inside of me

My hope is that you can find your place,

My critic

A place of healing and love

Because I know that at the core

You desire to help me

But your actions often say different

So, please

Slow down, my critic

Breathe in purpose

Live with intention

And observe with a mindful eye

Because while you want control over me

You can’t have it

And that’s okay