The brittle edges of a painful situation
occur like shattering glass
Sharply bringing us to attention
Like a clarion call to battle.
The trembling psyche prepares
As the seeds of past hurts arise
Transforming themselves into
thoughts and words and memories.
The heart beats in trepidation
as the Defenders assemble,
stern and resolute.
Surrounding the vulnerable,
damaged parts of the spirit;
lying broken and weeping, like hurt children, on the crimson floor,
in the caverns of the soul.
The Defenders are frightened for them.
They whisper in a voice so soft you cannot hear:
“Protect, protect, send the Dragons to the gate.
Protect the children with fury and rage.
Mayhem might ensue. All will be lost.
Riding the breath, on wings of mindfulness, the Compassionate one has been invited.
Calmly noticing the shards of glass, she sees the damage that has been done.
With the sword of clarity, she deftly separates old wounds from new.
As her angelic arms enfold the crying children, the tenderness she sends enters their very pores.
Infusing their beings with lovingkindness and courage.
The Defenders stand down.
Help has arrived.
The healing begins.
Breathing in I am aware of my difficulties
Breathing out I open to them
Breathing in I am mindful of my injuries
Breathing out I hold my hurt self tenderly
Breathing in I feel relief
Breathing out I send lovingkindness
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