Hands in clasp, I swooped forward; bending in with mellow breath.
I urged my body to let go.
My back opened;
I sought the strength of my center as I unpacked the heaviness from my posture.
Things cracked as they will. Aches echoed, chills seized even as I unassembled the depression.
But unbelting every sandbag of what weighs over me, undid much of the pain I’d forgotten. And so this lift of my hands meant much more than a new day.
I stood up to welcome a life which would only carry as much as it could. Any and all else hanging from limbs remained for the sake of my deepest desires.