Self compassion peeks
tentatively
around a corner
aware of censor lurking
ready to pounce on any opportunity
Forming an unholy trinity
along with self judgment and perfection
this triad wields a hefty mallet
capable of quashing any forward progress
As compassion takes a chance
stepping into the limelight
the chase is on
Prudence and caution
dart in and out
with guilt and blame
they hunt
grace and tenderness
Hope and resilience join
to give compassion strength
together they soundly rise above
negative quibbles
They giggle with the realization
that censor is not the authoritative leader
it deliberately claims to be
Compassion’s gentle trio
add a breezy freshness to outlook
Sending censor, judgment and perfection
back to the shadows
void of their influence
ScribbleDartsfromtheHeart 
A very, very interesting poem on the interplay of emotions adn virtues, both good and bad.
The inspiration came when I was out for a run. As I was crossing logs and running through meadows I thought of a game of chase 🙂
I very much like BookOfPain’s comments. Mary, this poem has depth and lightness, from its “unholy trinity” to “Compassion’s gentle trio.” This is one of your finest, Mary!
Thank-you, Meghan and BookOfPain for the kind words!