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…
Tag: poetry
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…
