When Yoga Hurts

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.

Forward fold

Inhale

Exhale

Down dog.

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

Spinal twist.

It came up again

and with an exhale

she let it go.

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