Yoga

Yoga. ⁣
You are my rock, my roots. ⁣
There for me on my best days, ⁣
held my hand through dark days.
Ignited the life back within me, ⁣
kept me sane through the ebbs and flows,⁣
gave me purpose.
Held space for me to grieve when I wasn’t aware I needed to,
invited me back into my own body.
Taught me the truly powerful connection to my breath,
encouraged me to slow down,
and reminded me how quick I can fall without it. ⁣
Like a loyal friend. ⁣
The mat is forever ready for me. ⁣
Welcoming me home, despite time in-between. ⁣

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