Going back to the cave, the place where my fears live.

Self-reflection can be hard

Daunting

Aching

But necessary

I look inside myself and realise with sadness

I am my worst enemy

Unforgiving

Merciless

But not true

I am so hard and unfair to myself, ruthless!

But all these thoughts...

Are they real?

Maybe not

Stop!

A thought is just a thought, often exaggerated

I look at the little girl within

Crying

Desperate

It's just a child.

So I come out of my own cave and wonder

The child deserves praise

Patience

Kindness

We all make mistakes.