After Love

I couldn’t stop crying because I was so afraid. My already small eyes looked minuscule when surrounded by puffy skin, varying shades of red. I was terrified; of being alone or of being lonely? I was unlovable. The thought of moving to a new city and starting a new job was suddenly the most frightening idea I…

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…