Abandoned

Abandoned
I left you on the side of the road,
in the pouring rain

I left you on the tip of lying tonguesimgres-1.jpg
and lips moist with deceit

I left you at my mother’s bedside
cowering in fear

I left you for the end of the day,
in bed, alone
crying under the covers

I left you in the safety of my bedroom closet
locked away
locked away
locked away
Life is too dangerous for you out here.
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There’s healing in the water [Healing in Bikram Yoga]

And by water, I mean the sweat dripping from the tip of my nose, down to my thigh as I lock one leg, suck in my stomach, arch my back, hold the other leg perpendicular to the

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FYI I tried to find a picture of a black woman doing Bikram and couldn’t. #Visibility

ground. I curve my back and touch my head to my knee. I marvel at the wonder and strength of my body. This is Bikram Yoga.

It is difficult to formulate the words to explain the healing I’ve been able to cultivate through consistently practicing Bikram yoga. But here’s my valiant attempt:

 
1. Bikram reminds me of my power. Its something about seeing how powerful my body is, seeing my mind persevere through the 107 degrees, the burning muscles, and fatigue. In that mirror,sweating and ready to give up,I realize that I am damn strong. Not just physically, but mentally. I turn, twist, and move my body into shapes and positions I could have never imaged. I am learning, growing, being vulnerable. That all takes power.

2. Be consistent with your self-care. The discipline it takes to get to class, stay in class, and push myself is unparallel. I learned through yoga that in healing/ self-care, I have to be proactive rather than reactive. I don’t only go to yoga when I’m feeling down. I go on days I’m happy. Days I’m tired. I go because I know my body,mind, and spirit will thank me later. I set myself up success. I’m making conscious decisions to be happy and healthy.

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Forgiveness

What does it look like? Feel like? Does it have a taste? Is it unfamiliar? Could I recognize it?

I imagine it will settle near my gums comfortably.

Eventually rolling off my tongue naturally like its always been there.

Perhaps it’ll first lay dormant with my taste buns before it slides its way down my esophagus
and into my gut
to sit
and fester
and take up so much space,
That there’s no longer room for the bitterness, anger, pain & fear.

I want that divine love to spread through my internal organs,
up/down my spine.
in/out my joints
flowing in my blood stream.
swimming in my heart.

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