I come to the mat today
And I think, today I won’t cry
I’ll be happy and free
But I grab a tissue anyway.
I should not judge myself
For the seemingly bottomless depths
Of loss and grief
And yet I think, by now I should be healed.
But the heart does not know this
So it aches and aches and aches
The eyes don’t know they should be dry
After years of tears and tears and tears.
On this mat this morning, it is a safe place
A warm place where in warrior two my lips can quiver
In dancing warrior I can release the pain toward heaven
And in child’s pose I can nurture the lonely child within.
My plan is to come back here
Again, again, and over again
Until I take that last healing breath
Stepping of the mat, and into the light.