She wore the scar of satya on her face
Her legs cried “pigeon” as tapas poured from her eyes.
Ink of santosha stained her skin.
The release brought up those things
She pushed away for the longest time
So she stopped.
Yoga wouldn’t leave her life as easily as she left it
So she returned
Anxious and tense then
Melting on the mat
It came up again
and with an exhale
she let it go.