Sunday, May 12, 2019

Yoga

Standing outside the studio
I wouldn't say I was terrified
but afraid certainly
a distinction perhaps
important only to me.

Fear not of physical activity
but of the unknown
having done yoga only once
13 years ago when drunk,
not a soothing point of reference.

I felt the tension, sat with it
but was not overcome,
did not flee like once I would
but entered with a friend
and participated, content, happy even.

A small victory perhaps,
but victory none the less.

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