Curving toward the center

Sometimes life doesn’t unfold according to plan
as if it were one big origami crane
slowly unwrapping, wanting to fly away from itself;
in times like these, protect me from self-loathing,
where I could so easily crumple it all up and call myself a failure;
in times like these, help me to see the beauty in the unexpected folds,
in the valley folds and inside-reverse folds,
knowing that the end still has yet to take shape,
knowing that I am touched by tender and delicate hands.

© Meisaan Chan