heavy

the world
IMG_7015
and its six billion
accounted for feet stand,

press, on my can’t-be-believed muscle, swollen stiff
in the likeness of my spine

pain that snuck in

years ago
on a chair
in a restaurant
between friends

what am i carrying
like a fool
who cannot see
she has a choice?

watching the act of
self-possessed
self-oppression

must be funny

tell me how i look
hurdling in place

z

(though, forward momentum began today — i am officially enrolled in yoga teacher training! a three year old goal finally achieved.

also: this picture, it breaks my heart in all the best ways.)

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This entry was published on September 9, 2013 at 8:19 pm. It’s filed under anxiety, emotions and stuff, free write, honest conversation, life, mental illness, mind, photography, poetry, words, writing, yoga and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

One thought on “heavy

  1. Hurray! You failed to mention, you!

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