Harmony

I unfold my hands gently
and look at the space between my rib cage –
the space my shoulders hunch protectively over.
And I see the wounded child and the anxious worrier
and they look up and see me
and they look at me with eyes like wounds and eyes like fear.
So I gather them within my cupped hands,
and I give them my love,
and I promise them:
I will never abandon you again.