In someasana I can tell
A tightness from never stretching
A strength from never letting go
Keeping covered my emotional distress
Deliberate relaxation helps
But only goes so far
Surrender really opens that door
And the tears come, sobbing
Into savasana.  And I see myself
Wanting attention, wanting 
To be the teachers pet, to please.
In seeing this attention on the goal
A little more release
But there are some joints
That just won’t go.  Hard stop.
Left ankle.  Left shoulder.
Not like the wrists, that’s just pain
This is something more.



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