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.