One of the recent daily prompts was “Phase,” so I wrote this poem yesterday. I had just finished a yoga practice during which, in bridge pose, I breathed deeply and watched my stomach expand when it filled with air. It was a little difficult because I have body-image issues, but I like to challenge myself, and it turned out to be a positive experience.

Breathing in and breathing out,

My belly expands like a waxing moon,

My body a bridge to relaxing,

To accepting myself and quieting critical shouts

In my mind — someday soon,

Anxiety and pain will wane, because

I’m already beginning to live again.


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