~ Wrote this as kind of an ode to my yoga mat. It has gotten me through so much....and been one of the best forms of therapy out there....... There are days that I just don't know how I would get through without it.....~
Sitting alone
Lost in a wave of grief to big to hold alone
Holding on to a hope that is long gone
Breathing is all that is left to do
Breathe to hold back the tears
Breathe to hold back the pain and push through
Breathing until a real smile can once again appear
Breathing to hold yourself up
Moving though seemingly thicker air
Breathing and moving
Until all the heavy thoughts begin to flow like wisps in the wind
Breathing and moving
Learning to accept what is
Taking moments to find balance and breathe
Balance to pull in
Gaining confidence to weather the storm
Breathing and balancing
Finding a new kind of strength
Breathing and moving
Pushing past old limits
Breathing and moving
Gaining a new sense of power
Breathing and moving
Until the body has nothing left to give
Lying alone
Breathing and letting go
Releasing all that no longer serves
Breathing and surrendering
Allowing to pain to come up
Breathing as the tears streak down the face
Breathing...
Letting the tears wash the pain and fear away
Closing the eyes and feeling a new sense of peace
Breathing and continuing to surrender
Knowing that all will be well
Knowing you were never really alone
